Chemistry and Quantum Physics – Chapter 10
Adalind's POV
I'm officially dumbfounded by my situation. Somebody please kill me.
I sighed in exasperation after I realized that I'd spent two hours straight reading a book I borrowed from the local library.
'Oblivious Men VS. Women's Insights '
The title says it all. Although not all men are like so, some are. And some of these unsuspecting men have caught my attention significantly. What the fuck. Everytime a question is brought up, I always find an answer to violate it! I don't know what's happening to me. Maybe the coffee he gave me had some kind of...potion. Zaubertrank 23? No. I know the effect of Zaubertrank 23. It doesn't punch you this way. Maybe it's something I've never heard of before? What? No way can he beat me at my own game.
The questions were tricky. But at least I found a way to overthrow each and every one of them.
'Why waste time on someone who isn't willing to spend time with you?'
That's easy. I've never wasted any of my time on him. We just sort of run into each other and time kind of stops, actually.
'Why should you put yourself through such arduous torture of thinking about him, missing him, caring about him, and gain nothing of that sort in return?'
First of all, I do not give a single fuck about him. I do not care about him that much. Possibly only a little but nothing more. Second, I don't miss him. Not constantly. It doesn't mean anything. Third, I think about him a lot, but it's not like I'm going to do something about it. Get real, book.
'Why should you get depressed over a man who can ruin your chances of meeting better men?'
He's a Grimm that passed on killing a Hexenbiest, for crying out loud! There are no better men! By the way, I am NOT depressed. Sighing a lot is just an expression.
'Why should you subject your heart such pain over someone who doesn't give two hoots about you?'
Okay, what the hell is a hoot? Moving on. Pain? Pain is me. If not, I'm hurt-free. My heart doesn't bleed. It's a rock.
'Why should you waste your emotions on someone who doesn't reciprocate?'
I don't know. Maybe whoever he is, he's worth wasting emotions on? Blah. As if I'm wasting any.
I got hit a little on that last question. Aren't I wasting emotions? Isn't the very feeling of confusion a waste? If it is, then how about longing? That must be comparable to super old wine being drained down the sink.
I read on.
'Why waste tears crying over someone who will never know, never care, and wouldn't care?'
Fuck! Maybe you're just really into this guy!
'That's the end of the questionnaire. Congratulations for reading the entire folio. Now here are your results.
If you read your way throughout the entire survey agreeing with the questions, nodding your head, and chuckling every once in a while, then you are as hard as a rock, miss. Moving on isn't a problem for you! You got it all covered.
On the other hand, those who found the questions silly and had unforeseen answers to them are the ones who are in the contradiction state of drowning in the pool of emotions. I bet you never noticed the questions were questions to avoid falling for someone, did you? Since you probably disagreed with every question, – which is by the way I repeat, questions to avoid falling for someone – then there's a huge chance you're feeling something for this guy! Or you just really hate him to the point that you don't even care. But you actually do. You wouldn't waste your time reading if something wasn't bugging you in the first place, now would you?'
What the fuck did I just read?
It's not the book's job to find out if I feel something for Nick. It's mine. It's been my job since that night in the woods.
And we have a verdict.