His Ex Wife

Chapter 22: Good Friends

Flashback

“How can you always be so sure that people like you that much Scott?” she asked sarcastically.

He chuckled proudly in return. He still had the ball in his hand.

She rolled her eyes and asked him, “And what are you doing here anyway? Aren’t you supposed to be in class yet?”

“Well, I could ask you the same question, we are in the same class for your information,” he said as he sat down and made himself comfortable on the ground, he threw his bag on the warm grass and put his ball aside and now, he just observed her, she still looked gorgeous, her face drawn taut in confusion.

“You know, you should learn how to chill, a bottle of wine or two wouldn’t hurt,” he proposed looking at her.

She watched him seriously, he was really a jerk. Without answering his silly queries, she got up with her wooden notebook now inside her bag, when Scott’s mighty arm pulled her down to where she was sitting again.

“What do you want?” she asked irritated at the extreme now.

“You!” he replied strictly and then changed his tone as he laughed, “Look at you! So serious and you call this a bunk…” he mocked her.

“I never invited you to this bunk!” she retorted, “and besides, you’ve distracted me from what I was thinking anyway so now, I might even go to class.”

“What will you do in class anyway? It’s better to be here, in the garden,” he laid on the grass and relaxed, his ball laid aside as he crossed his legs and closed his eyes.

Mariella watched him for a second, unsure of how to react. She sat down. Despair had not been as evident as before now.

“I don’t know if what I’m even doing is right, I should not have bunked any class today,” she said sadly.

Scott opened his eyes to see her expression, she was serious about that. He sat up and said, “Close your eyes.”

Why?” she asked confused.

asked

suspiciously, she reluctantly closed

going to propose some silly game to light up her mood

though looking

your favorite place is,” he

you choose is 21 questions?” she asked

placed his palm over her eyes, “Cheater! I told you not to open your eyes! Now I’ll make sure you don’t open them,” his hand was

okay,” she

trying to remember, “What is your favorite place back in your home town?”

Italy, where she was brought up, “the waffle place in Rome, it was not too far from my house, it was called Stefano Waffles,

continued, “What is your

covering her eyes, “I like anything that has chocolate in it, just not white

Iyan muttered under his breath.

asked, and he quickly moved to another question to divert her

favorite part

like flowers though, they make me sad because people pluck them and then they wear out. People say they love flowers and yet, they don’t realize that

the cactus- they represent warmth, protection and long-lasting love. You would ask why, it’s because the cacti plants survive really harsh conditions and yet they stay unaffected, strong and unconditional. In some cultures, they even compare cactus to maternal love- strong and

was interested to know her, her intellectual only impressed him and attracted him further.

complacent face, his hand still carefully placed over her eyes, “and what is one thing that you would never do no matter what?”

was taking his silly

a child,” she said

pushed Scott’s curiosity to another level now.

wouldn’t you?” he asked her.

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