Byron's New Look Ch.10
Disclaimer: I do not own Witch & Wizard.
A/N: Here's the next chapter, like I promised.
Small warning Byron is going to get a little mean in this chapter…but can you really blame him?
"Byron we really do need to talk." Wisty looked at me with sad eyes and I couldn't suppress a twinge of doubt. There was very little good that could come from a look like that.
"I suppose we do." I gave no pretense of ignorance but prepared to stand my ground and to meet her head on, in hopes that she would respect my resolve.
I kept quiet and waited for her to speak first. It was polite and spoke to my cowardice but allowed me to ascertain her mood and view of matters.
"It can't happen again." There was regret in her eyes that shamed me. I felt my stomach clench at her rejection for it could be mistaken for nothing else.
"I understand." I met her gaze and made it my goal not to stare at my feet as I longed to do. I don't think Wisty could ever be truly mean. She can yell and scream with the best but she doesn't enjoy the suffering of others. Even though I knew all of that, I still felt crushed. Rejection is never an easy thing.
"We can still be friends Byron." Her words not only made a mockery of our kiss but also of my feelings for her. I didn't need a clarification, regardless of the reason she could never be serious about a guy like me. What is ironic is that a nerdy bean counter such as I was willing to step outside of my comfort zone to make a relationship with someone so different from myself, while the most outgoing person I know couldn't take the risk.
I know I have a tendency to unfair and that there are probably several forces influencing her decision that I am unaware of but it still doesn't alleviate any of my pain.
So I did the only thing I could do, I looked her straight in the eye and did what I do best. I lied.
"Don't be ridiculous, I would never want to be friends with you." I wrinkled my nose for effect and took a haughty sniff. "Your power is you're only redeeming quality. Although I'm not entirely I could bear to be the familiar of such a sloppy witch."
The red in her cheeks could have been anger or it could have been embarrassment. I myself lean towards the first but I have never claimed to know her mind. For a moment, I could have almost mistaken the look in her eyes for hurt but as I blinked, it disappeared.
"I never asked you too. I wouldn't want a weasel for a familiar anyways." Well it may not be the most impressive familiar but a weasel is much better at gathering information than a lion. I knewe
"Because all your other options were working out so very well." Drummer Boy was dead and Sasha is a worse liar I am, not to mention…never mind, and Emmett well he was just a fan boy. He has no soul.
"Compared with you? Absolutely."
"Well if you feel that way I see no reason to continue this conversation." I tried a last time to gather what pride I had left and turned my back to walk away as I heard her mumble one last word.
"Fine." If there was hurt in her voice, I didn't linger. I was too busy holding myself together.
"Fine." I breathed out and as I breathed in I tried to convince my heart that it wasn't breaking.
A/N: I've never written angst or drama and I don't think I write it well but this was essential to the story so please don't kill me. Chapter 11 will be up by the end of next week.