Chapter 38: Tense
"Seriously, Ela . . .?" Michael sighed grimly.
"What . . .? It just happened . . ." Erela shrugged casually, a tint of pink on her cheeks. Michael approached Erela when he saw she and Landon holding hands again. The werewolf boy disappeared to the Hufflepuff common room while Michael gave a rather mixed look of annoyance and completely unsurprised when he stopped Erela in front of the Great Hall.
"You know what happened last time."
"Yes . . ."
"I'll kill him if he breaks your heart again."
"It won't," Erela groaned in an annoyed tone.
At least a part of her convinced herself it wouldn't. Even though Landon and Erela had gotten back together, it wasn't the same as the first time. It felt tense and awkward. Holding hands didn't even feel natural like it did before. It was probably normal to feel that way when you had broken up with your significant other and got back together. It was like trying to patch of a crack on a dam with duck tape.
It wouldn't stick and hold up after a while . . .
The pressure, or the intensity in the air, all depended on how long the two would last. But Erela felt determined to stick with it. She and Landon seemed absolutely miserable without the other when they were single again and the happiness grew back.
For a little while, that was . . .
Thanksgiving was a week away and Erela still hadn't answered back to her parents about whether or not she was coming back for the holidays. And she still had no idea about whether or not she should go. Her issues still stood . . .
Erela tapped the end of her pencil against the table in front of her while Landon had his eyes on his textbook, taking in whatever he was reading. Erela pursed her lips and let out a sigh as quietly as possible for the werewolf's keen sense of hearing to not pick up.
But, of course, he heard it. No surprise there. "Yeah?" he questioned without looking up at her, instead he just licked the tip of his finger and turned the page.
"It's . . . it's nothing, really . . ." the Hufflepuff girl shook her head.
Landon merely blinked. "Okay . . ."
Awkward . . .
Erela brushed some strands of hair behind her ear and looked back down at her work in front of her. "I was wondering what your plan was for the holiday."
"Ummm . . ." Landon started and shrugged a little. "I don't know. Probably go home. Stacee will be joining me too, perhaps."
Right. Stacee would be spending some time with the Wisenburgs. After what she had seen during the summer, the Eitheridge family didn't seem so caring toward their metamorphmagus. And there she thought Mable was a cold bitch. Turned out it was something she kind of picked up from the parents. Being around the oh so friendly Wisenburg family was what Stacee needed.
"How about you?" Landon asked and pried his eyes away from his book to look at her.
Erela did the same as Landon did and shrugged. "I'm still deciding."
"You don't know?"
"No," she shook her head.
"I don't know . . ." She couldn't say half the reason was because of him. How the mood around them had been depressing her or that their break up had affected them either. Her bubbly mum would notice something was wrong with her stone-faced daughter. "Guess I don't feel like going home this year . . ."
Landon stared at Erela as her eyes were away from his. The tenseness getting even thicker. He let out a quiet sigh, leaned forward over the tablet and kissed her forehead. "Sorry I'm such an asshole . . ." he muttered. "You deserve so much more. But I'm so selfish."
Erela lightly smiled and looked up at him from under her lashes. "I'm slowly growing accustom to it," she shrugged and hid her blush behind her palm. "It's not a big deal, you had your reasons." Well, at least they were SORT OF talking about it.
"Regardless," Landon sighed and leaned back against the couch.
Besides . . . I was kind of stupid there . . ." she muttered and puffed her escaped bangs out of her eyes.
Landon pursed his lips and nodded. Even HE agreed what she did was stupid. Was it always so awkward between them? She didn't quite remember it that way. There was silence once more and it felt as if it was eating her alive.
"So Stacee is going to your place for Thanksgiving."
Landon nodded. "Yeah. I believe Stac is brining Laila . . ."
"Introducing the girlfriend to the extended family already," Erela chuckled. "That must be frightening."
"Maybe," the werewolf shrugged.
Erela tapped her finger against the table and dropped her eyes down at her textbook, honestly avoiding making eye contact with him. Short answers . . . at that point it was insufferable.
Was it—Was it even a good idea to get back together . . .?