Chapter 27: Chapter 27
Instead of him being in pain, I feel the reverse as my wrist burns out in an erupting pain that makes me bring my hand to my thighs in an attempt to cuddle it and ease myself off of the pain. That hurts like bitch. Now you'd learn not to hit muscular guys anyhow. My subconscious is yelling out in a screeching pain of her own.
Just in time, another hand holds me firmly from tripping over my feet as I make a low painful sound.
"Carl?" The astonishment is clearly shown in my voice as if he's the last person I'm expecting to see. Well, it seems like so.
"Are you okay?" He checks my hands that's embedded between my thighs.
"I don't think so." I reply, grunting.
He leaves me to face Nicklaus, who has a concerned expression. No, I don't think so. Perhaps it's my distracted brain that's thinking of such. If he had, he'd have come to help me, not stand there like a statue.
"A Wildlings?" Nicklaus says as he narrows his eyes at Carl. Then he turns to me, who is in less pain than earlier. "You're with a Wildlings?"
What?
"What?"
"And you are an Originals." Says Carl in an indirect way.
Lydia walks over to the scene, and put her hands on Nicklaus' shoulders as if to seduce him.
"Get the fuck off, okay? Isn't this what you wanted? Get the hell away?" He shouts at her, causing her to release a yelp and stomp away. With a curt nod from Nicklaus, Adeline takes off after Lydia. Shade and Mia are still standing awkwardly as if they don't know what to do — either to leave or stay.
Nicklaus shift to me again. "You're rolling with a Wildlings? Why...? How...?" He sounds so unlike the few seconds ago Nicklaus. So what if I'm rolling with a Wildlings? Something seems off.
"What does it concern you? You made it clear not to care about me, why bother?" I spit, my anger still raging out.
"You don't own her sucker."
Nicklaus chuckles sharply. "Oh, he cares for you. He does. I can see it in his eyes."
What the hell does he mean by his words? Didn't he just kiss someone else after kissing me just yesterday? He's the one to be blamed here and now again, he wants to turn the tables on me, as if I'm the one who's kissed someone other than him.
"Please punch him Carl." I plead, shifting my gaze to Carl before Nicklaus. He raises a brow, amused. That only fuel my fury. "Please punch him."
I nudge Carl on his arm, effortlessly trying to raise it to hit Nicklaus in his face. How much I want that smirk off his face. Carl's arm won't just bulge as if it's thrice my own body's weight.
"Let it go, Rayne. Come with me." Carl says and pulls me so easily. Nicklaus tenses, but didn't do anything. He seems palm-twitchingly mad. I wonder why even in this state where I loathe him.
Getting to Carl's Corolla, I enter the passenger seat while he takes the driver seat. Turning to him, I ask.
"Where are we going?"
"We are ditching class. We need to calm. Both of us." He says, snatch his eyes off me and drives. The way he had said both of us means something not the actual word defines, but I don't press since it seems not appropriate for the condition at hand. Carl seems just as angry as I was when Nicklaus kissed Lydia. And I just don't see what causes that anger.
The drive is a pretty long one truly, but due to the silence it seems as though I spent hours in the car. Occasionally when I see that Carl is still busy on reeling in his unknown-to-me anger, I'll check the buildings. Overtime, the buildings reduces, starting to show up farming lands, then woods kick in. I didn't feel any reason to panic since on my part, I'd zone out into a world of my own, thoughts that only revolves round Nicklaus-kissing-Lydia. I don't get why it pains me so much. He's not even mine in any sense. Not my boyfriend. No strings attached. Or was there?
Crunching sound soon takes over as if being grilled by the tires of the car. When I'm back on Earth, I see that we are driving deep into some woods.
"Where is this?"
"Somewhere to talk. Plus, I want to show you something."
I keep mute. Five minutes later, we pull to a stop. The woods is odd because there's still pathway down the lane which shouldn't be unless some people create that way.
"Is this some property of your family?" I ask fascinated and unsure. Carl smirks, fortunately his fuming is gone.
"Erm, yeah." He tilts his head to a side as a nod.
Getting off the car, I watch the place. The sun is no doubt harsh out there, but the canopy-like structure that the hefty, fat and tall trees make blocks the rays. The surrounding is silent, except for Carl's boot, making snapping sound when he steps on twig as he walks towards me. He takes my hand on getting to my side, but involuntarily I snatch my hand away. Realization what I've unintentionally done which may lead to another fit of anger for him, I brush my hair to a side in an attempt to calm my nerves. I just pray he wouldn't leave me out here.