We both reached an agreement, 'I accompany him to eat while he' accidentally' spills some secrets to me. It was a reasonable deal but his ability to utilize one's weakness to his own benefit only made me fear him more.
Biden had been the one to drive me to school this morning and that was because my parents noticed my bike was no longer in the garage and when they traced it with the tracker on it, they saw that it's location (particularly the part the tracker was fixed on) was outside New York city.
They had then demanded an explanation and I had to tell them how I found it disengaged last week (of course I lied about the time) and since the culprit left compensation, there was no point in dragging the matter.
When I was done, they both nodded their head in understanding but nevertheless, my dad went on to lecture me about how not keeping things from one's parent was the best and all that for what seemed like an hour and the fact that it was in the middle of the night didn't help either. Only when he saw that I was already dozing off did he finally let me off but not after he assigned Biden to be my permanent driver.
I hated cars, and I hated driving more. It was like a natural fear ingrained in my bones that I would always feel confined whenever I was in one. However, I knew I had to get used to it and that was what I did and nothing more, I never went near the steering and naturally don't think I would in the nearest future.
Looking out the window had already become a norm since I and Marcus weren't considered close and there was nothing to talk about. The somewhat long trip finally ended when we got to the tallest building on the street with the name "Restaurant B" written boldly on top of the tall building.
Although the name sounded unprofessional and senseless as it was funny how a person would name a restaurant 'restaurant' and still expect to make sales from it, it proved everyone wrong when after just a few days of being open, their name already became a household name and their fame ran nationwide.
Naturally, I had also heard about this French restaurant, and as I have heard, one would have to wait for nothing less than a month to be able to book a seat. And Marcus being able to come here at his will and pick a random seat to sit made me take another glance at him and only one thing came to mind, he was very powerful.
It could be said that not everything could be solved with money so with that, money and power must complement each other since the matters money could not solve, power could and vice versa.
It wasn't long before our order was served and since I had insisted on having nothing, the table was not that full, however, the dishes were arranged to perfection and I commended the fact that this restaurant even took notice of minor details.
Just like the chair, although it looked exquisite on the surface, it was actually comfy when sat on and the table was decorated simply, not too loud and not too low-key. The aroma of the food alone was enough to make one's mouth water as it is true that food is the fastest path to a human's heart, but it could be said that that person hadn't met me.
I leaned comfortably on the chair, sipping my water as leisurely as I could as I watched Marcus cut and eat the steaks. The way he worked with his fork and knife was really elegant yet adorable that if I didn't know better, I would have thought he really was a gentleman.
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I waited till he picked up the tissue to dab his mouth and looked up when he was done. He stared at me for a moment before chuckling and asked.
"You really are not interested in me?" His tone was gentle and calm, like a feather caressing ones heart and at the same time scary, but I wasn't caught unprepared and quickly shattered his hope.
"It is better to get a clear view of the current situation than pretend to. I believe we both know what that answer is".
"Yeah, I know right? But how sure are you that you would never love me?" his face showed intriguement as he supported his chin with his hands, still looking at me. The action made his already peculiar appearance look mischievous and I forced myself to look away from his deceiving eyes.
"A hundred percent." there was no reaction when he heard this as if he was also expecting it.
"It's a pity then"
Silence, what remained was awkward silence as we watched each other. I felt my skin crawl at his gaze and I realized he wasn't as simple as he seems.
"So what about you? What do you have to tell me?" It was my turn to ask him questions now as I remembered we still had a deal.
"One thought, he could at least let you in on some important things, but who knew that you just had to break one's heart before one when began."
Shameless, just too shameless. Who was the one that insisted that I just had to accompany him and do nothing else, and he will tell me things about the past? I suddenly regretted agreeing to his silly request, but what I regretted the most was that I couldn't reach my hand and tear that look off his face.
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Half furious half frustrated, I stood up to leave, and he didn't even bother to stop me, and was not the least concerned about how I was going home. Is this how one treat the other after lying to a person? I suddenly had a vague enlightenment. If only I had stuck to my words.
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I was still in my uniform, as I hadn't had the time to change. I brought out my phone and found out I already had three missed calls, when I checked, I immediately became startled as I had least expected it from him.
Shrugging nevertheless, I clicked on his number to call him back, and it rang for a couple times. Just when I thought he wouldn't pick, the line finally went through.
"Hello" I heard him mutter and when I listened carefully I could hear the sound of glass crashing in the background. My first intuition was that he was in danger but then again I thought, if he really was in danger would I be the first person he would call? I don't think so.
"Hello" I replied impatiently, pressing the home screen to continue texting my location to Biden.
"Cather Cather Cather!" he kept calling, and I figured he was drunk, I wasn't about to check on him, since I refused to be on the beck and call of some guy.
"Are you drunk? " I asked as I look around for a shelter to block me from the scorching sun till Biden arrives.
"Cather. You? What else do you want me to do. Am I not enough? " I was confused at his outburst and was caught unprepared. But he wasn't in the right state of mind, so I didn't look to think more of it.
I was worried as to why he was suddenly like this, but my pent-up anger from earlier wouldn't let me ask why although the question was already at the tip of my tongue
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'why are you suddenly drinking? Is anything the problem?' I found myself unable to say it as it sounded intimate. 'We aren't close enough, and I shouldn't care' I kept telling myself, till I was sure I was sure it wouldn't slip.
"You're drunk. Get some rest and call me when you are clear-headed alright?" I advised and hung up when I heard him mumble something that sounded like an OK.
I found myself unable to utter it as it seemed intimate. 'We aren't close enough, and I shouldn't care' I kept telling myself, till I was sure I was sure it wouldn't slip.
"You're drunk. Get some rest and call me when you are clear-headed alright?" I advised and hung up when I heard him mumble something that sounded like an OK.
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Third Person P.O.V
In A Luxurious Hotel at Stoneville
Pouring shots after shot, Edward, downed it continuously till he felt his throat burn. He knew he shouldn't take anymore but still kept drinking.
Cather had been avoiding him these days, and he couldn't figure out what he did wrong neither did he even have the time to as had been filming nonstop.
At first, he first thought she needed some space and maybe was going through some personal problems but when he started seeing her together with Marcus, he realized it might be otherwise.
He had seen her enter his car today, and thought of how frightened she would appear whenever she was in his car and would not even enter voluntarily. But today was different, she was all smiles as she entered Marcus's car.
One could say there was no problem as long as there was no comparison but when he thought about how he had been absent during her crucial years, he couldn't help but blame himself for being so stupid.
He could accept the fact that she didn't love him back, but could not the fact that she is now together with someone else.
A guy about his age could be seen gently helping him down the barstool he was sitting on as he assisted him to his room.
Edward recognized the guy as soon as he touched him and didn't resist any of his action. To others, he was totally drunk out of his mind but only him knew he wasn't, he was already used to heavily drink and had formerly decided to change because of Cather. It was ironical how she was the main reason that he was drinking now.
The guy who happened to be his friend managed to drag him to bed and tuck him in, after which he patted the nonexistent dust off his shoulders.