Do you think that you are the person of whom I itch to be in the presence of at this moment?" I asked him straightly.

He flushed slightly and stuttered, looking me in the eye with a confused embarrassment, blinking. I looked into his annoyingly symmetrical face glumly, his eyes were a little widened. He looked like he had something that he was planning on saying to me and he had forgotten it. We stared blankly into each other's eyes for a long while until I asked quizzically, "Well? Do you think so?"

He closed his eyes, then opened them and looked at the floor while he mumbled, "Not… exactly?"

"Correct. Now, I don't know about you, however - I on the other hand - would like to get through my day peacefully, without any… reminders of… yesterday. Don't you feel quite the same? Indeed, now, farewell." I turned on my heel swiftly, and stalked off.

I was provoked and frustrated by the time I turned the corner of the corridor and bumped into Emmett.

"Hey, everything good, Little Mac?" He asked.

"Yeah, except perhaps, for the fact that the one guy I execrate at this moment in time just had to come up to me for no reason and bother me. Again. As if I am yearning for more embarrassment right now."

I moaned with a roll of my eyes.

Emmett's faultless face flashed slightly in confusion. Then he gave me a subtly hurt expression. "What did I do, Mac? I'm sorry for whatever." He said with words of remorseful concern.

I was confused for a moment. "You? Wait, what? Oh! I'm sorry - I didn't mean you." I lightly punched him teasingly. "Duh!"

"So, who did you mean?" He asked.

"Eric, of course. He just stopped me down there - as if I was really looking forward to seeing him especially today - and I politely told him to get out of my face, then he gave me this incapacitated expression. And if there is one thing, I am rather indifferent to, it is Eric Yorkie's emotional state. He just doesn't get it."

Emmett grinned in amusia, half relieved. I raised my eyebrows; he dropped his smile suddenly, with a guilty expression - laughter still shining in his eyes. I rolled my eyes benignly. "Not you too, Emmett. No one is taking this seriously. I'm irritated."

"I know, sorry. I'll give Yorkie a punch up next time he gets under your skin for you in return, deal?" He joked, but with a clench of his jaw.

"Deal."

"Hey, so you're coming to the house this afternoon. I'll admit. I'm damn excited for this." His mood changed, with a wide grin.

I felt my eyebrows lift in unison, to his enthusiasm. "Really? That makes me feel way better about it actually. Thanks, Em." I smiled (and that's my annoying nickname for him, in return for 'Little Mac.') It was nice to see someone was actually excited about this.

"Come on, let's get to effin trig." He put his hand on my shoulder and we walked to our prison of a classroom.

I hoped my extra work would act as peace-maker between me and Mr. Varner. That's one way for describing how he received it.

I placed it on his desk, he took one look at me and exclaimed, lifting up his glasses as if he couldn't quite believe it. "Are my eyes deceiving me or has Miss Geraldy handed in some work?" He took the papers and shuffled through them, sarcastically beaming with disbelieving eyes. I rolled mine when I saw him smirk, then took my place to sit through an hour of torture.

I daydreamed through most of English; Mr. Berty commented "earth to Macayla?" At some point when I had been staring; completely absorbed in the windowpane. My thoughts were with Silver, why was he so different?

And my thoughts were filled with the face of Kai Black in Bio, sitting next to Jacob and Angela. Jacob was in a weird mood today; his thoughts were elsewhere like mine. I noticed that he kept balling his fists and outstretching them again and again, sometimes clenching his jaw. What was up?

I had no lessons with Jake until lunch, so I wouldn't get to ask him about Kai till then, since there wasn't much chance to now, either.

But at lunch I was caught by surprise. I was walking to the canteen around one of the quiet corridors when I rounded the corner and bumped into Jacob. His face was fixed in fury as he hooked his arm around me, pushing me into the janitor's closet.

"What the heck are you playing at, Cay?" He whisper-growled, his face was hard and serious, and so close to mine.