CHAPTER 8 (Maddy's pov)
Madeleine Abigael Smith, you have to stop this in this very moment. Now. Stop it. You are being ridiculously childish and pathetic. This is not how your mother raised you, for God's sake. Let's be a little independent and strong, will you not ? If a boy wants another girl, then you have to smile and wish him a lot of happiness. This is how you would react if you had just a little of self estim.
But right now, I am all but independent and strong. Already way too busy in getting Rhydian's tee-shirt all wet. I am stopping this this very moment. Taking a deep breath, I am managing to get my voice clear :
"Rhydian, can you please let me alone ?", I say. Not that bad. I already feel like I am calming down. I am not sniffling anymore, neither chocking. Pushing my luck, I succeed in standing up. But, uh. He just stands up with me, his hands still on my waist.
"What the hell are you doing ?", I ask, slowly.
"Uh. Sorry, but I'm not leaving you in this state. Especially when you don't understand me", he tells me, a little embarrassed but looking determined. Will he not let me be pathetic on my own ? I feel like I could really easily become a fountain again.
"Go on. Quickly."
"Uh, well, first, I'm sorry. For making you cry. It tears me to see you like this. And, Mads, you didn't get me : the only reason why I could go back to Jana's clan is if you decide that we can't stay together. It's the only reason in the whole world that would keep me apart from you right now", he whispers.
Well. I suppose I cannot decently reject him. Not when he is being that sweet. But, uh, he just saw me in the worst posture I could ever have been. I have to manage equilibrism. I am making him at my feet, whatever it costs.
"You're the one that did not get me, dear. I've just asked you to get out of my room. I have to talk to my real friends. The ones that don't make me cry by threatening me of leaving me."
"I beg you pardon ?" he asks incredulously.
"I have to call Seth. You. Out."