Chapter 11: Contact
I tried to ignore the deep hurt I felt over his action, like why I was overreacting? He must have a reason for doing such or I was just being paranoid, I don’t know which but that hurt feeling remained.
I licked my lips, my gaze on the notebook with his perfect handwriting, I was nervous because I might ruin it with my ugly ones, great! Maybe I should have just told him I would mix the chemicals, not that I knew what to do. I haven’t had ANY focus on her teaching. Well done Emma!
"What’s wrong?" I heard his soft tone and I flicked my eyes back to his.
"N-Nothing,"
"Then why aren’t you writing? I just listed out the samples" his eyes narrowed at me, they looked worried.
Was he talking and I didn’t hear him? "S-Sorry, I was lost there"
"Why? Is something wrong?"
Why was he sounding overly concerned? Not that I minded it but it was odd from someone who didn’t want to make contact with me.
"Just realizing how much I suck in Chem" I forced a smile.