falling
a PRH novel
a/n: you people are even lucky to have this fic updated. Exams are so harassing! And my tita from states will visit later...might not post this chappie today. BTW I edited the chapter number mistake. And Claudette did that because she wants to take her mind off the thingy Arty said.
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I'm saying something that I should have never thought. You've got it, you've got it. Some kind of magic...
-I Caught Myself, Paramore, Twilight OST
chapter 7
psychology
"Hello Claudette. May I have a word with you. Now." He signaled me to follow him inside the study I have never been in. The only room I did not go in, even though I wasn't forbidden. I took cautious step inside. I drew a breeeath, then opened my eyes...
Gadgets. Tons of them. TV screens, Macbooks...no iPod though. Not that I expect one. And books...millions of them shelved neatly in a massive Narra bookshelf. Narra? That was only found in the Philippines. I'm pretty much sure it's Narra with its hue so familiar from my sparse memories...a narra carving of the Nativity...Christmas carols...lullabies...
"Please, take a seat." His voice startled me, saving me from those painful visions. His voice was strange...different. It was calm, not at all sharp. It was actually...nice. I sat down to the lounge chair he notioned at.
"So, I'll go first. I was not able to introduce myself quite properly the other day, I apologize for that. My name is Artemis Fowl the Second, heir to the Fowl criminal empire. I was born September 1st, 19 years ago. With the IQ breaking the limit point of 300, I have finished 27 bachelor degrees in science and 3 of that in Arts. I have also taken Medical School and recieved my diploma 2 years ago." He said this without pausing, and I did not interrupt. Time to use my polite side, just don't mind my tangled hair, my mud stricken face and stained dress. I just stared at him for a long time of silence, until he cleared his throat. I realized it was my turn.
"Um..." He had an expectant look. The kind that was encouraging but makes you more shy. "I'm pretty much sure you know my name and researched me on the internet or whatever you geeks do." I figured I was so not falling for this play pretend of his. Time to avenge my vendetta.
"Ok, fine. You want to play bad the go ahead. Niceties aside, what the hell is your problem, girl?" I looked at him. He just spoke gangsta. I realized my mouth was open. He must have noticed this too, because his annoying, know it all side kicked in.
"Do you have multiple personalities? Did you have a psycologist at the Philippines or something? Are you mentally challnged? Seeking for attention?" I just stared at him, not understand any word he said having more than 3 syllables. I blinked once. "In short, and in your terms, my dear Claudette, WHY THE HELL ARE YOU MESSING UP MY LIFE?" I blinked again.
"This is not going to answer your question and is completely random. There is something in your eyes, sort of like a fire hypnotizing me. I feel..." Then at that moment, I spilled out all my life to this stranger.
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R&R