So I'd crossed the line of foolish, speed strait past idiotic and landed somewhere in the vicinity of insane. Having been here all to often lately I recognized the scenery. They say there is a fine line between genius and insanity... I disagree there used to be a fine line between idiocy and insanity then I erased it. I don't remember exactly what I said to set her off, something to the effect of 'you can read can't you?' I didn't mean it I swear, I know of all the stupid things I could have said that would be near the top. I'd say at least it can't get much worst, but with my current track record I bet I'd be wrong.
"Believe it or not I actually can, are you shocked?" Oh the sarcasm, you could cut it with a knife. If that's what I sounded like no wonder I always pissed her off.
"I had high hopes that we wouldn't be starting from scratch, I'm thrilled you didn't disappoint."
"Stop being such an ass!" She snapped but I had noticed there seemed to be an undertone of wry humor... maybe she wasn't all that pissed off. I mean she hadn't stalked off, that had to be a good sign.
"It's your fault." Oh see worst. I really needed to rethink that vow of silence... maybe walk around with a white board and write down everything I wanted to say. I wouldn't be blurting things out without thinking then.
"My fault! How is any of this my fault? You're the genius who decided to torture me and call it tutoring! Every word out of your mouth is more caustic than the last. Some of us have feelings Darien." Ok there was the usual rage, she'd stood at some point during her rant to loom over me. Yup I'm a screw up.
"At least you admit it." She huffed and sat back down. Guess I said that last one out loud.
"And you forgive me?" I gave her a sidelong glance as she took a deep breath and let it out in a sight. I admit it I wasn't looking at her face, that deep breath brought other interesting things to my attention. Serena's right, I'm a perv. There was something I was supposed to be doing. Right Serena was talking I should be paying attention. Her lips were moving but the words were not sinking in. I was fighting not to adjust myself in jeans that had gone form snug to far to tight. Zoisite Zoisite Zoisite. I recited the name like a mantra, or maybe a prayer, and finally got myself under control. I really needed a less disturbing mental image. Beryl. Oh god now I'm going to be sick.
"You are trying to be nicer, and you're tutoring me... though it could easily be mistaken for torture. Plus I try to give those raised by wolves a little leeway."
"Orphanage." There I go blurting things out before I think.
"Oh god Darien I'm sorry." There was no awkwardness just utter sympathy.
"It's alright, it happened a long time ago. Hey let go get some dinner." I stood up and she did to gathering her books from the table we were using in the library.
"Sure but you're paying." I gritted my teeth and didn't blurt out 'like a date?' I didn't dance for joy either. I think I showed remarkable self restraint. I really should get an award, or a plaque.
AN: Yeah it's short but it's something, I promise more and soon and longer...