We both were silent as Cyrus carefully put the bandage over the cut I got in the craft class.
He decided to break the awkward silence between us-
"why didn't you come to visit me?" he asked me finishing bandaging my hand. I made a confused face,
"don't act like you were waiting for me," I said rolling my eyes at him as I freed my hand from his grip and rested it on my lap.
"yep I wasn't waiting for you but you should visit your injured buddy," he said with his usual stubborn voice.
"Buddy? Oh boy don't make me laugh" I cringed. I don't think of him as a friend neither does he and still, he thinks we are friends.
"what? I just helped you" Cyrus didn't look irritated or angry, he was just a bit surprised right now, he pointed his finger at the first aid box beside him before he continued, "And also shouldn't you thank me for that? Ms. Jane"
"you did that on your own, I never asked you to bandage me" I smiled slightly at him as he knew I was being sarcastic.
"whoa!! You're such a traitor" he remarked. I chuckled and said, "Well... Isn't your head bursting? I guess nose bleed hurts your head like a bitch" his expression changed as soon as I asked him.
"I don't need pity from someone who cuts their hand by cutter" Cyrus rolled his eyes at me and lay on his bed resting his arms behind his head, ignoring my question.
"says the one who let the ball hit himself in the middle of the game" I wanted to say this for so long, really long...
I wanted to tell him about his stupidity and that caused his nose to break.
"Hey, it's not like that!!" Cyrus shrieked in front of me as he sat straight on the bed he was laying on before. His eyes met mine as I said-
"so? What is it?"
"well... Er.....I guess I got distracted..." he said softly breaking eye contact, I could see his red ears but not his face.
"huh? Distracted? By what?" confusion and curiosity both filled my head making me listen what was it he was distracted by? And in between the game?
His face was on the other side I could only see his ears, they were red, red like he is fuming in anger or fever.... Or is he? Don't tell me. Cyrus Lysander are you?
"Are you... Blushing?" I said it aloud, my brain was screaming like hell... The arrogant bitch is blushing?
The awkward question made him furious as he darted at me and yes! He was all red! Why? I have no idea.....
"what? Hell NO EW!! AND WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOUR TIED HAIR?" he got flustered, as our eyes were again in contact.
My eyes widened at his sudden outcome, "I opened it" I replied blandly to what he asked, as his eyes softened and he laid down back on the bed facing opposite of me.