After another long and exhausting period, I stepped into the dormitory, the weight of the recent fight settling heavily upon my shoulders. The room felt suffocatingly silent as my gaze landed on Silas, who sat on his bed, engrossed in a book. His posture was rigid, his expression distant, as if guarded against any further conflict.
I hesitated, unsure how to approach the enigmatic figure before me. The tension between us lingered, casting an air of unease that seemed to thicken the already charged atmosphere. Each movement, each word, felt like it could disrupt the delicate balance between us.
Just then, Jerem walked into the room, tugging on my sleeve and sliding me out of the dorm, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Hey, still recovering from your knockout punch?"
I forced a weak smile, brushing off Jerem's teasing. "Ha, very funny, Jerem. You know how clumsy I can be sometimes."
Jerem chuckled, his affection for me evident in his warm gaze. "Come on, man, you know I'm just messing with you. But seriously, don't let the tension with Silas get to you. You two will figure it out. Even though he's an impossibly difficult person to deal with. No one has ever mustered the courage to really step up and start a whole fucking fight with him."
I nodded. "Yeah, I hope so. I'm just trying to give him some space, you know?" I honestly had no idea what I was saying. I spoke as if I could take him down easily. Which was obviously a lie.
Jerem patted my back. "I get it, but don't let it consume you. You're stronger than that. Now, let's head to our next class. We don't want to be late."
I appreciated Jerem's reassurance, feeling a bit lighter as we left the dormitory halls together. The brief distraction and Jerem's camaraderie provided a temporary respite from the tension that weighed upon me.
Later that day, as I returned to the dormitory, I spotted Silas on his bed, engrossed in yet another book. My footsteps faltered for a moment, uncertainty creeping back in. Silas's presence felt both familiar and distant, a constant reminder of the unresolved tension between us.
I mustered the courage to break the silence, my voice slightly tinged with apprehension. "Hey, Silas. How was your day?"
Silas glanced up briefly, his expression guarded. "Fine. Just catching up on some reading."
I nodded, trying to keep the conversation going. "Anything interesting?"
Silas's eyes flickered with a hint of irritation, but he quickly masked it. "Just some philosophical musings. Not everyone's cup of tea."
I forced a smile, determined not to be deterred. "Well, you know me. I'm more of a fiction guy myself. Got any recommendations?"
Silas's lips curved into a smirk, his tone laced with sarcasm. "Oh, I'm sure you wouldn't appreciate the depth of my recommendations. They're a bit too sophisticated for your taste."
My smile faltered, a tinge of annoyance creeping into my voice. "Come on, Silas. You don't have to be so condescending. I'm genuinely interested in what you're reading."
Silas shrugged, his eyes returning to his book. "If you say so. But I doubt you'd find it stimulating enough."
I gritted my teeth, refusing to let Silas's dismissive attitude get to me. "Well, let me know if you ever decide to recommend something. I might surprise you."
Silas's smirk widened, his words dripping with sarcasm. "Sure, I'll keep that in mind. It would certainly be entertaining to see you attempt to grasp anything beyond your usual shallow fiction."
My patience wore thin, my frustration bubbling beneath the surface. I decided it was best to retreat to my own side of the room, unwilling to engage in further verbal sparring with Silas.
As I settled at my desk, I couldn't shake off the lingering irritation. Silas's antagonistic behavior only fueled the tension between us, making it increasingly difficult to find common ground. But deep down, I remained determined to break through Silas's defensive walls, even if it meant enduring his irritating remarks. It was obvious that he didn't want to talk with me, and I'd completely understand that. He was a good looking young man, who was interested in books, intimidating; but I was so positive there was more to him than meets the eye.
"Whatever. I'm going to bed." 170Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgwj8f0YMgs
I rolled my eyes and flopped down, remembering I had to shower first. I guess I'll ponder my ideas in there instead.
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