“Mmmhmm.” I clicked save on the computer and opened up a new blank document.
“Kay?” I winced at his tone.
“Yes?”
“Look at me.”
I started to type, I had nothing to type so I just pressed random keys and clicked the mouse every couple of words. I didn’t want to have this conversation, I didn’t want to lie again. Not to him.
The door clicked shut. His boots didn’t make a sound as he moved closer to me, I felt him rather than saw him.
“Kay?” He breathed my name. I moved my eye to the side, his hands landed on the desk as he leaned down.
“Ty.” Click…. Click. Click. Click. Just carry on typing.
“Look. At. Me”
Sighing, I realized I couldn’t hide away from him forever.
“Here’s the thing.” I moved my hands from the keyboard. “I fell over Friday night. And…well….you see-”
I turned then, his eyes went straight to my eye. His jaw clenched as he pulled his hands from the desk and stood to his full height.
“You fell over?” he gritted out.
“Yeah, you know what it’s like right? You’re standing one minute then the next thing you know you’re face down on the floor.” I laughed, the sound shrill to my own ears.
His eyes scanned my face, searching for the truth. I put my walls up, successful this time.
“It happens all the time, you should have seen the amount of bruises I had as a child” I rolled my eyes, wincing at the pain.
I just hoped that he didn’t mention it to Corey. But knowing that he had gone dark again was a relief in itself. By the time Ty would talk to Corey he would have forgotten all about it.
I hoped.
We stayed like that for what felt like hours, him watching me with narrowed eyes while I smiled at him. In reality, it was only a couple of minutes.
“Right,” he finally gritted out. The set of his jaw told me that he didn’t believe me.
“You remember last week when I fell over with Evan?” I shrugged and fidgeted in my seat. “I’ve always been the same.”
He sat down, his head in his hands.
“How was your weekend?”
“Changing the subject?” He looked up at me a slight smile on his face.
“Not at all.” I smiled back. “Do you work weekends?” I asked, genuinely curious.
“What?” His smile grew.
“I was thinking…” I leaned forward. “Do you work weekends? You know like go out and be all bad ass?”
“Bad ass?”
“Uh huh.”
He shook his head and chuckled.