The rest of the day, for some reason went completely fine, and that made Bran queasy.
How is everything alright so far? He's not done anything. Would he not try to make my life hell?
It did not make sense to him. He had met bullies and had also been friends with them. Bullies constantly took pleasure in ruining life, and Killian was one. Was really not going to do anything to approach his life and trouble him?
"Bollocks to him, man." He muttered under his breath, but jumped out of his skin when someone tapped him on the shoulder.
Brandon turned around, expecting to see Killian but came face-to-face with Megan instead who gave him an impatient look.
Still, she was better than Killian being here.
"What?" He asked. "I don't have anything done at the moment and I have time to complete my wor—."
She tutted. "I know what duration you have given to complete your work. Don't tell me about that. You are talking to yourself, don't tell me that one of the most hard-working employees has gone crazy already."
"Crazy?" He repeated, a little taken aback by her words. "No, not yet."
But she saw me talking to myself.. And she thought that I was crazy. That's not the impression I want her to have.
"Just reminding myself what to do for today." He answered with a shake of his head. It seemed safe enough.
"Okay," she said slowly, keeping an eye on him as she stood in front of him, although not convinced at all, "if you say so. Make sure you turn the work in before time."
Brandon nodded before she turned around and left him. He turned in his chair, facing his cubicle once again, where his laptop was. Work, yes, the perfect distraction.
His fingers paused momentarily when he heard a small commotion of multiple people walking together. Since it did not happen often on this floor, Brandon looked into the direction to find Kilian, leading a group of people to of which were talking to him.
As is, Killian sensed his eyes on him, he tilted his head towards the direction of where Brandon was sitting and their eyes met.
Killian winked.
It took a second for his body to heat up and in the same second, Brandon averted his eyes before pushing the upper half of his body into the cubicle, hiding him as much as he could.
What the fuck?! in front of all those people that were looking at him?!
He balled his fists together, holding on the action of joining his hands together to pray. Hopefully, no one saw them.
He winked, he fucking winked at me. The bloody sod!
What is someone— what if someone assumes things about him that were not True? His throat worked, swallowing his saliva, and Brandon closed his eyes, dumping his head on the desk.
When will this day be over?