When Perfect Meets Crazy

Chapter 23: 22 - I strongly suggest you start talking

“You are literally the worst person to stalk. You know that, right?” he whined. “You do the exact same boring things every single day. You’re every parent’s dream child. Live a little, will you?”

“Here’s an idea,” I snarled. “If I’m so boring, don’t stalk me. Problem solved.”

My reaction was excessive. I could feel it as soon as the words were out. It was especially hostile. It wasn’t like him complaining about my routine was new. He did it all the time. I was used to hearing it even. I wasn’t even pissed. Not really. Something had just been off about him the past few days and it was starting to really irk me.

He rolled his eyes, dismissing the suggestion off with a flick of his wrist.

“You have the worst part-time job,” he declared, looking very much bored out of his mind. “You know that, yeah? I mean, how much do you get paid to waste away in this place?”

I paused in the process of returning a book on birdwatching to the appropriate shelf.

“Worst job?” I arched a brow, unamused. “You’re one to talk, Mr Illegal Fighter.”

“Shhhh!” He hissed, eyes widening.

He shiftily glanced left then right. Like anyone would be in the bird section on a hot Tuesday afternoon. I rolled my eyes and pushed the book into the proper slot.

“No one heard me. There’s hardly anyone in the library to begin with.”

My words didn’t provide any relief to him. He kept looking around, worriedly chewing on his lower lip. I rolled my eyes exasperatedly.

If he was so worried about giving his secret away, he should work on his own secret keeping abilities before worrying about the possibility of me, the queen of keeping her mouth shut, slipping up.

He sighed in relief a few beats later, finally satisfied that no one was going to materialise to arrest him.

“It’s a slow day,” I needlessly pointed out, pushing the now empty cart out of the way to make room for me to sit on the floor. “Why are you even here? You ghosted me for weeks without any guilt. Why are you religiously showing up every day now?”

He raised an eyebrow, eyeing me dubiously as I patted the space opposite me, gesturing for him to sit too. With a grunt conveying displeasure, he settled down with his legs stretched out to the side, pointedly sneering at my folded legs. I rolled my eyes.

“My co-worker wants your number,” I stated.

He smirked, looking every inch an arrogant drunk-on-his-own-appeal teenage boy.

“You’ve been talking about me?” he voiced.

I considered it my duty to humanity to bring him back down to earth.

“You hang around me five out of seven days in a week. Of course, she’d ask questions.”

He didn’t seem convinced but I knew the more I tried, the less convincing I would be so I let it go. Who cared what he thought anyway.

“Don’t worry, I told her nothing of your dirty secret. I led her to believe you’re one of the students I tutor. One that needs special help.”

He scowled, an eyebrow arching of its own accord.

“You couldn’t have come up with something else?”

“This was the most believable.” I shrugged innocently.

“Liar,” he accused.

I gave an unperturbed single shoulder jerk.

“It doesn’t matter. You have a girlfriend, remember?”

“I know.” His brows furrowed, a suspicious frown taking hold of his face.

“Exactly. So you couldn’t have gone after April either way.”

“I wasn’t going to. I just--”

“You just what? Wanted to keep your options open?” I cut him off.

“No.” He rolled his eyes. “I’m just... not comfortable with the idea of you telling people I’m stupid.”

“Well,” I shrugged, “you kind of are.”

I was expecting him to take the jab good-naturedly but instead, his expression darkened dramatically like I had crossed some imaginary line.

“Sorry,” I muttered half-heartedly. What’s his problem today?

He arched a brow, unappeased.

“Fine,” I conceded. “I am not sorry but I’m willing to pretend I am. It should make you feel better.”

ignored me. I scoffed, my mouth opening in disbelief. Why was he being petty? I

me for a while now, yeah?

waiting for him to

he drawled, eyes

know anything about you,”

He frowned.

know I can’t tell you

up a hand,

fighting thingy and who you’re working for but you can talk

brows, his tone laced with

cross that bridge when you

his gaze.

suspicious of everything these days. “At this point, you basically know I’m harmless. There isn’t more to me. Besides, what am I going to do with stories about your family? If I was that interested in them, don’t you think I would have found it out by now? Instagram? Twitter? Literally any social media platform? Or even pried it

to myself that I had actually

gaze met mine. “What do you

a small smile of

siblings do you

have siblings?” he asked, eyeing

I rolled my eyes.

you don’t understand how it works

his lips, anger coating his

the opposite of

do you ask?”

what you are,” he answered. “The female

my eyes crinkling at

entire gender so you can’t

stupidity by the way,” I added. “They are

my father. And he always thinks he’s the smartest

I replied. “Now about your

to let him change the topic

me suspiciously. I met

sister and

“Ages?”

“26 and 9.”

wrong with your

me?” he

this time,” I added following his disbelieving frown. “What I meant is the age gap is unusually wide,”

mom had problems conceiving.” He shrugged

“Oh.”

older sister is married now,” he

you didn’t expect her to marry a nice

leaned toward

wanted her to marry a business partner’s son,” he explained. “You know, a

must be really rich.” I mused

marry their children off to business partners. It was wholly a filthy rich

He shrugged.

even so, a part of me was still surprised to be confronted with more evidence of his net

sister?” I

kid.” He smilingly

loved

away in to pore

I prodded. “You

he trailed off, raising his

“Is...?” I urged.

He sighed, shoulders heaving.

heart. A very kind one which would’ve been a good thing if she wasn’t married to my dad.” He gave an awkward one shoulder shrug. “I think they love each other. Or at least they used to at some

asked, my stomach

his head. I breathed a sigh of relief, the knots in my stomach undoing

then?” I asked.

He remained silent.

else was there? Another woman? I couldn’t exactly comfortably

soon as it

He nodded.

even think about holding out on me.” I scowled, subconsciously baring my teeth. “You know enough of my

“You’re smart. And strong. And great at everything. Good

and anger warred for dominance

I snarled. “Your family? Don’t you dare try to play

me like a hawk. Like he

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