Chapter 8: Rosalya
When the boys and Rosaline left Rosalya turned her attention to Lysander. She knew they would be stuck in the traffic jam for some time so she might as well take advantage of it.
"So how was your day, Lys-baby?" he looked at her almost lost in thoughts.
"It was good seeing everyone again."
"Yeah, lucky that we found the owner of the notebook so fast don't you think?" Lysander's conflicted eyes were something that confused Rosalya.
"Indeed." he said sadly.
"You wanted to continue reading that notebook, didn't you?" said Rosalya hitting the nerve expertly. The silver haired boy sighed.
"Yes but I don't know what to do Rosalya, I shouldn't be wishing to read her stuff but…I do."
"There is nothing wrong with curiosity." This again. thought Rosalya.
"Curiosity killed the cat."
"But the cat died knowing."
"What's your point Rosalya?"
"That you should maybe ask her to let you read that story."
"It would be rude."
"Look if a not hot guy asked that girl to read her notebook she would probably kill them but if a hot guy, such as thyself. Thou shalt not be denied."
"Rosa she doesn't like me. She barely knows me."
"But you like her."
"I like her writing." You like her! Wanted to scream Rosalya at Lysander but she knew that that wouldn't exactly help in her case so she tried another angle.
"Why not just tell her that?"
"Rosa, I barged into the things of another person. That is the…"
"thing normal people do." finished Rosalya for him. "Barge into each other's business, really Lysander I don't see why you're like this. It's over you know, she's gone and you have moved on." When Lysander didn't reply Rosalya huffed exasperated and said. "you can start again." he looked at her with an unconvinced smile.
"I am not sure about that."
Rosalya wanted to chop his head off.