"I think Willa is beginning to notice me" He sparkles stealing a look towards me to break the news of his success. Of course, I didn't care. It was his life not mine. Would it benefit me? No. Willa already had a boyfriend, but if he is reluctant to the idea enough to get himself killed by a jock, then so be it. I have no say.

I nod giving up a slight thumbs up to show my support. Though it never ceases to amaze me that my skills to mentor never fail, Jaxon beginning to steal my stage began to worry me. If he becomes the next hit, I could lose it all, and Connor might also slip away. Losing Connor would be a loose end. I'd be vulnerable, for overthrowing people like Jaxon. With no figure to stand beside me for a shield, what's left of my reputation will no longer exist. At least not officially.

My emotional state was rather miscellaneous. I had absolutely no idea what I had been feeling, nor had I ever felt it before. I'd felt some sort of grief. I wasn't sure why, but I had suddenly felt sick, and I'd slowly felt the agonizing feeling flush through my body. And they came quicker than I had noticed. The tears, bursting down like rivers. It felt so peculiar. Feeling this was odd, and I didn't know what to do, but hold my chest and sob.

It was uncontrollable. I didn't know what to do or how to handle such feelings having never encountered them. I'd felt like I was six years old again. I was a silent crier, and so it wasn't until later that Jaxon had turned around. I quickly plucked a piece of tissue paper from my purse smearing my face to its dry self again.

It was as if my face had leaked. Confused to the core, I sat silently in Jaxon's car, praying that he didn't notice my slight sob. I was good at masquerading it up, but sometimes he is way far up my nose, that the slightest slip up may give him a certain piece of closure. But I wouldn't let it budge.

I didn't cry often. I think all in all I've only cried three times in my whole life including now, and baby tears don't count. I believe in solitude, even when it comes to crying. You must hide your tears, for better years.

"It's kind of a funny story you know. When we were seven years old..." He began, slicing through the stillness. I arose from my position, letting my hand detach from propping my chin.

"We were actually friends" He adds quickly with a casual laugh. I furrowed my eyebrows, slowly realizing where this conversation was heading and soon gasping right afterwards.

"No" I spoke to myself, as my hands cover my mouth from a wide mouth gasp.

"We are not friends now either Jaxon Mills" I firmly say tilting my face to gaze towards his.

It was almost ten years ago, yet as he'd brought it up, it did sort of bother me.

Though it does hassle me, why would Jaxon have wanted to bring up something that shouldn't be brought up. For all I could be mad about, his desperate need to have taken my silence and peace made no sense whatsoever.

"But we were once. I mean that should count for something" He shrugged gazing his eyes towards the road.

It had been my turn to laugh. What on earth? Was he on something? Our friendship, if you'd even call it so had expired long before I had conscious of anything. Had he not one of his own? I am pretty sure he should.

"We were peacefully driving, and I was just fine sulking through the silence, but your annoying self can't let me have that?" I barge contemplating over whether he'd been bluffing and or had he even been the slightest of honest.

"Are you saying I'm fat?" He huffed completely out of the blue. I rose to eyebrows entirely wondering if he'd been out of context. It was very odd, and so was this conversation. I didn't think Jaxon was in the right state of mind. And having to bring this up ten years later, with no course to where this dialogue was going.

"Where did that even come from? I never said you were fat" I exclaimed defending myself.

He sniffed loudly, and wiped a fake tear of his cheek. "I say it like I hear it" he pretends to have a croaked voice. I roll my eyes, tired with his sense of humor and acting at the worst possible time, I had just wanted to go home, and end this pity party he was throwing, as soon as possible.

"Oh, get on with your life" I shrug hoping we could roll over the topic and stream back into the hush and calm of the long drive back home.

Soon getting a view of my house, I sighed in relief. "Finally" I breathed out.
"You're one to talk, you weren't even walking" Jaxon laughs and as though it felt like it was a joke, it still didn't.

"I'm sorry, you're not one to speak either. You were the least athletic one, when we were in our toddler years, couldn't even ride a bike" I tease, making him roll his eyes.
"Bikes are scary okay! Plus, least athletic seems more fitting then anti social doesn't it?" He mimicked earning a frown from me. I had been taken aback with his rather uncensored remark of my past social life.

"I wasn't anti social" I defended and he laughed loud.
"Oh please tell me if I'm mistaken then. Let's see, you never went out in the neighborhood to play. I was your only friend. You hated all guests that came over. And you began to talk when you turned four" He shrugged.

I scoffed at his false allegations, finding no evidence in it all. But I had to angle his accusations towards himself.

"I'd rather be anti social than surround myself with people that weren't worthy of my time" I mutter wondering if what he said was true. Was I once anti-social? I was perfectly capable of communicating, I just chose not to. Humans were complicated creatures with no manual which I had no time to unwind. You couldn't blame me for that. "Clearly" he laughs.

"I really don't get it though Jaxon. You have the money, your parents own almost everything and they'll get you anything you want, you have the name yet why do you keep yourself so low and ruin the name you should have carried with pride?" I complain. Granted I really did want to know, I knew I'd get a pity answer. And so I ignored my own question.Hoping he'd forget it. It was obvious there was no way of convincing him that popularity was indeed gifted

"Because I'm not you" He said in the midst of the silence. Of course, he'd pulled that card on me. But it had never offended me, I'd rather actually take it as a compliment.

"Why do you have Aderral pills in your drawer?" He questions once we're half way down the pavement. I stop and breathe quickly. What?

"I don't. They are just pain killers, you know for my headaches" I lied quickly. "Really? They didn't look like painkillers, when you took them the last time"

"I'm not that oblivious nor dumb. Who on earth prescribed those to you? Are you ill or something?" He questions with a tint of curiosity in his voice.

"Will you stop acting as if you know what you're talking about. They aren't what you think you dimwit. I am experiencing some hair fall lately, and they are vitamin pills" I grimace shooting him the don't just think you know look. "Something you should know of, since all you do is drive people to the highest peak of insanity enough to make them rip their hair off" I exclaim letting him know that he can't falsely accuse me of anything.

"I am not that annoying" He utters more than likely convinced to what I'd said. I couldn't let of all people Jaxon know. He was a lose end, and a threat. Though at some moments he may look and act like a furball, he is a snake. And mostly of all I've seen it. And I wouldn't wait till he bit me to prove so.

Ding.

My phone had buzzed cutting the tension that had arose in the car. I'd slowly sneaked it out of my purse taking a look at Connor's message.

Jaxon told me you weren't feeling well, and took you home. Are you okay? Can we talk?

"Who's that?" He speaks curiously leaning from the steering wheel towards my phone. I'd shoved him away. "Stop being nosy and look at the at the road, do you want us to die?"

"Just wondering who texted" He shrugs confused why I had made it very clearly a bid deal.

"Last time I checked it isn't your business" I sneer, shoving my phone back into my purse

"Last time I checked, this isn't a huge deal, so why are you making it one?"

"You make me want to slam my head against a brick"

"I didn't know you were so passionate about me" He mocks smiling, making me feel disgust.

"It was Connor, happy now?" I grunt. He'd smiled sheepishly and nodded. It was better than him teasing my now and then which gave me the cringe.

"How are things between you and Connor?" He probes on an arbitrary note.

"What?" I question back as if the question wasn't clear. Quickly stuffing my phone back into my purse. Of course, it was clear, but I was never prepared to answer such an interrogatory statement. And where had all these very unrelated questions come from? One moment I was enjoying the silent drive home, ready to shutter my eyes to slumber, the next moment I am being interrogated about my love life as id I'd been accused of murdering my husband at the court of law. Why had Connor suddenly approached me so? Was he beginning to realize that he was wrong for asking for a break?

"Bad?" He furrows his eyebrows and I mustered a bitter laugh. "I didn't say such,"

He stood silent, admitting I'm right.
"Then are things between you and Connor doing well?" He throws another query.

I couldn't answer it no matter ow hard I had tried. Though it was at the tip of my tongue, it wouldn't roll out. I'm not sure why that hurt. But it did. I knew I wasn't emotionless, but I wasn't exactly full of emotions either. I couldn't. Jaxon doesn't think I can love. Jaxon doesn't think I have a stable relationship. He had no right to ask so. And I had no obligation to answer. He thought this was entertaining, socializing as you might call it, but it was plain offensive.

"Why do you ca-

Then I'd realized it. It was a huge plot, and he trapped me right in it. He was trying to put me in a vulnerable place, so he could attack me without a shield. Connor was my shield, and he probably knew enough about it to get to me.

But he was also very foolish. He thought I was senseless. He doesn't know that I know that he knows. He thought he could trot into myself, and just play with my thoughts? I knew he wasn't being sincere. It was all a tactic, a strategy he'd laid out to tear me apart. He thought he could manipulate me when he'd only played this game for like three days, when I created this game. I would always be seven steps ahead of him. He'd brought up Connor friendship with him to have triggered a fight between me and Connor, and now he wants me to feel bad about it. But I won't give him that satisfaction. Touché, Jaxon. Two can play this game.

"I could care less about you. So you do the same alright" I said through gritted teeth earning a rather mixed expression from him.

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