Because of Him, I Soar

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( 3 ) The Window Scene

It was two in the morning and I was half-asleep in my bed. Notice I said, 'half'? The thumps that I heard against my window woke me up from my deep slumber. I was an extremely light sleeper that even the slightest creak of the door could wake me up in an instant. Thump. Thump. There it was again. Ugh. I pushed off the thick blankets that looked like barricades around my body and sluggishly walked towards my window. Thump. I slowly peeked through the blinds and noticed few pebbles that were scattered on the window sill. Thump. I flinched as another pebble hit the glass window, almost scaring the heck out of me.

God, what was it that was so important at two in the morning?

"This better not be some annoying squirrel," I grumbled softly, pulling down on the string and the blinds rolled up to reveal the clear glass window, and Ian's face at the window across mine. He was holding a handful of pebbles. Well, that explains the pebbles on my window sill. I slid the lower sash of the window up vertically, " What?!" I whispered really loudly, in annoyance.

"You still awake?" He asked, smiling a little, the corner of his right lip tugging slightly.

"After you woke me up, yes," I gritted my teeth in irritation on purpose so that he could sense the tension in my voice.

"I got scolded today," He pouted, slowly putting down the handful of pebbles on his window sill, then looked at me with more concern than usual.

"And that's worth telling me because...?" I gave him a flat look and raised my eyebrows, not believing that he woke me up just because of this.

"It's because I signed you up for counseling classes but you didn't turn up. They were about to call you out to the principal's office but I took the blame for it."

"Well, it is your fault. You were the genius that signed me up without my permission," I retorted, snickering. "So why are you telling me this? A way to make me feel guilty?"

"I just thought I should tell you, you know," He smiled a little, almost giving a mix expression of sadness and something else I couldn't make out.

"Okay, thanks for wasting two minutes of my sleep," I sighed heavily as I reached out for the handle on the sash to pull it down.

"Lace, wait," He managed to let out whatever that was bothering him. "Is there a chance for me to earn your trust again?"

I sniggered a little, "You're kidding, right? Chances are one in a billion."

"You know, you never told me the relationship between you and Ian," Claire sounded after a whole moment of silence.

"Relationship?" my head shot upwards in response but then I shrugged it off calmly. "There is no relationship," I shook my head, nonchalantly.

"Then how come he's been popping out of nowhere? Especially around you," she titled her head slightly and raised her eyebrows in suspicion.

I shook my head, ignoring her gaze on me," I don't know what you're talking about."

"Lace, I know you guys have unfinished business. It's pretty obvious. You guys fight like a married couple. I'm not an idiot," she laughed aloud with her mouth wide open, showing some of her half-chewed ham sandwich still in there.

"We do not-"

"Speaking of Ian, here he comes..." she cut me off then trailed off, focusing back on her sandwich.

"Hey guys," he sat on the seat next to mine, as if we were best buddies.

"Hey," Claire responded then turned back to the comic magazine that she was reading whilst eating.

"What part of 'stay away' do you not understand?" I groaned, turning away from him.

"The 'Stay away' part?" He joked a little, smirking.

"Ha-hah, now go away before your girlfriend turns up and bothers me with accusations of me stealing you away from her, again," I huffed.

"Ignore her, just like you always have before. You're strong Lace, you always have been all these years," He looked at me, somehow with more meaning than usual.

"Ahah! You guys do have history!" Claire pointed out in victory, slamming her magazine down on the table. I rolled my eyes and sighed.

"What? You haven't told her?" He turned to me, giving a disbelieving look. Thanks a lot, idiot.

" It's in the past and forgotten, Claire. There is nothing to tell," I harshly glared at him before turning to her.

"You know Lace, you should smile more. I like it when you smile," He suddenly changed the subject and left Claire and I utterly speechless.

" I don't need you to tell me that," I scoffed, biting on my apple. "Now if you will excuse me," I got up to find some peace, of course dragging Claire with me.

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