I held my coffee close to me as I followed Lucas, I wonder what he had to say? what could he even say that Is so important? maybe he was going to tell me that whatever we had was just a joke? or maybe that it isn't worth losing his job over. All these thoughts going around my head I swear I could scream.
"Lizzie can you please just stop over analysing this for once and at least let me speak before you determine what I am going to say?" Lucas was watching me once again, a smirk upon his face making me blush.
"How is it you always know what's going on in my mind? it’s scary" I sit down on the sofa opposite from where Lucas sat as I met his gaze, maybe I was thinking the worst? maybe what he has to say will be good
"You make the most adorable faces when you are deep in thought, your eyebrows scrunch up and I was speaking to you for like five minutes with no response, so you were clearly elsewhere" Lucas was smirking at me once again as another blush worked its way across my face
"You were speaking to me for five minutes?" My face displayed horror, how could I not hear him for five minutes
"Well maybe it was only 30 seconds, but who's counting" Lucas started to laugh, thank god it was only 30 seconds, five minutes would have just been too embarrassing.
"and here I was thinking you disliked liars" I wink at him, containing my laughter as I attempted to maintain a stone face
"Very true, Miss Sevenfold. Now time to get serious, I have something I need to discuss" His attitude and body posture changed completely, he went from laughing and joking to his usually guarded expression
"I really don’t know if I should be scared right now" I force a smile as a million thoughts run through my head
"Worried, yes. That's probably an emotion I'd expect. I know what I am about to say is going to be a lot for you to take in and I understand if you won't be able to answer me right away, or even if you don't understand what it is I am even trying to say, so please just give me a chance to explain this to you" He was watching me again, a strange look upon his face. He said I would be right to be worried, and that he doesn’t think I would understand? what could be that bad? he said I won't be able to answer him right away, so he's going to ask me something, something I should be worried about.
I realise I was lost in my thoughts as he remained silent watching me.
"er yeah, of course I'll listen" I sip my coffee, hoping it would calm my nerves as I waited patiently for him to speak.
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