When We Collide √

Chapter 77

When the news about winter break was announced on that day, I felt my heart jolt within me in clear delight. It would give me more time to catch up with my application forms. Mr Fredward had earlier tried to coax me into accepting to write the essay concerning the violation of human rights, he even offered to do the research for me. To be honest, I didn't mind doing the whole thing - well part of it since it required a pair - but the fact that I'd have to work with Amell stirred up unwanted emotions inside me , emotions that I'd been trying to keep at bay of late. Ever since our last encounter at the convenient store and also after Amell's unexpected and shocking outburst, I'd tried my best to dodge him. I don't know if we were both quite familiar with what was happening between the two of us or where we were going with whatever this was. Everything was so blur and hazy and I personally was extremely confused. I met an excited looking Cayleb on my way to the cafeteria. I'd received his text, well a couple of them, saying that he had something to tell me. After being interrogated on why I wouldn't answer his texts, we both ordered smoothies and proceeded to our usual booth. "So...why are we so happy?" I began and took a long swig of my drink. The cold milky substance slid down my throat in what seemed like never ending sensation. "Tory's coming to Chicago and she's staying for winter break and I missed her so much and I'm so happy about this and I was wondering if -" he chimed breathlessly and I interrupted, "wait , first at least try to breathe Cal and second I'm glad Tory's coming and what are you wondering about?  ," I arched one of my brows quizzically. "I just wanted you to meet her, I thought you guys would be good friends."I bent the straw poking out of my smoothie and sucked on the liquid. Cayleb gifted me with undisturbed silence to enable me ponder over what he'd said.  I'd be lying if I said I was okay with meeting Victoria. I can't deny the fact that she seemed like a nice person considering how animatedly and enthusiastically Cal described her every so often but I wasn't one to be comfortable and cordial around new people. So the argument settled on the dwelling fact of me disappointing Cal therefore I wouldn't want to go. " I rather not ,"I said trying to sound subtle about it. Cal simply nodded his head and popped another chip into his mouth. He didn't give away any emotion so I couldn't comprehend what he felt at the moment, all I could hope was that my rejection to his offer didn't affect him too much. I let my eyes momentarily glance at the big table , all it's members seemed to be present and for the first time I noticed Gail wasn't on Amell's laps and he was situated at the farthest point from her. I let my eyes shift over Amell's sculptural body. Yes it still shocked me how I'd managed to draw him towards me. He turned his head and found me looking at him and this time I didn't look away. Our little staring contest proceeded for quite a while before a small lopsided smile took over his face it didn't quite reach the eye but it still managed to combust my insides. I felt my face blush , tomato red, and then the bell rang signalling the end of lunch and also a halt to our apparent contest. I was glad Caleb had been on a call with Tory - I presume -so he'd been oblivious to everything going on at that moment between Amell and I.

Deciding to wave at him since he was still on his call, I briskly walked away. Letting my eyes turn towards Amell's direction, I watched as the rest of the others left and he was still plastered on his seat looking all Calvin Klein model - like. His eyes turned and locked with mine, I'd be utterly lying if I said that anytime I looked at him his eyes didn't fail to intrigue me even more, demystifying the myriads of emotions behind them proved harder each time. He mouthed for me to wait, which I did. Patiently. Amell walked briskly across the rather spacious room, he halted before me. There was that never ending silence that always seemed to prevail between the two of us. I stared at him, particularly his eyes. The blue facets had a rich colour in them that vibrantly poured out and seemed to change in accordance to his mood, whenever he was mad or infuriated, they'd turn a shade darker, almost azure, when he was jovial, they'd be bright full of life. All the same, they were still a beautiful piece of art.