“There is something I have to show you. But you can't tell anyone, understand?” I said, already regretting my decision.
I stood up and went over to the stairs that were beside the closet. Darek fallowed me without any further consent. Arriving at my door, I immediately began to feel nervous. I knew that my room was a mess with all the papers I'd left all over. Opening my door, I tried to avoid the look on his face, or even just glancing in his direction.
“If it makes you feel any better, I kind-of expected that your room would be as cluttered as your mind, haha.” He seemed just as nervous as I was.
Not giving him any validation in a form of a response, I walked up to the desk and turned on computer on. I heard him looking at some of the papers. Normally, I'd be bothered tremendously if someone did this, but I had to repeat to myself that he meant no harm. As the computer loaded everything, I turned around and looked at him, mostly because he was too quiet. The emotion on Darek's face was unreadable and I soon saw why.
“Please don't touch that.” I walked up to him and took the pill bottle from his hands.
“Why do you take it?”
“I'm sure they told you. They aren't too far off, I'm sure.” My tone turned dark.
“You heard that, huh? I don't want to know what those people do. I want to hear it from you. That is what matters, right?”
I couldn't seem to form any words no matter how hard I tried. He could tell I was frustrated because I soon saw that ridiculous look of pity on his face.
“I'm sure that you know what that does?” He added.
“If I didn't, then I wouldn't take it.”
“But, the side effects are...”
“I know. I don't need a reminder.” I interrupted.
“Is it worth it, though?”
“I can't go off it. The effects would be even worse from withdrawal and I probably wouldn't be able to stop myself from doing anything I have no control over.”
“I'm sorry to hear that, Blake.”
“Right. Everyone is. Not like that will stop their prejudice.” My tone grew bitter.
“I know what you mean.”
“How can you? How could you even begin to understand?” I almost yelled at him.
“Well, I haven't really told many others about my passion for coding, if that's what we could call it, that is. I've tried talking to people about it, but they simply can't comprehend. I, at least, know how frustrating that can be.”
“I guess.” I mumbled.
“You, uh, look cute with glasses on.” He stated nervously.
“That's not really what I was going for.” I sighed.
“How long have you had that scrape on your head?” He got uncomfortably close.
“I fell.” I wasn't sure exactly how much I should tell him.
“Does it hurt?”
“Doesn't look like it.” Darek brushed some bangs from my eyes before I could push him away.
He was staring at where the cut was. I had completely forgotten about it. My mind had almost gone numb because of how close he was. He didn't help at all when he ran a hand through my hair and kissed my forehead. I nervously went forward and hugged him gently. I wasn't sure what I was thinking.