When Silas turned away, not paying her any more attention. She took herself far enough from him; she doesn't deserve even an inch of a glance from him.
Stepping outside the cafe and ignoring everyone else on the way, he walked further down the hall, and he went outside the door.
He walked into the parking lot, and he felt his shoulder grabbed backwards, and he turned around sharply with his closed fist, ready to punch someone.
It was James. James was looking at him with his eyes widening in surprise. He stepped backwards, his hands stretched out like he was facing an agitated animal, and he said in a low voice, "Hey, it's just me."
Silas frowned and asked, "Where the hell were you at?"
James tried to smirk, but the atmosphere was heavy, and Silas wasn't in a good mood.
He said, "I was in the bathroom, and I just came out to find out what happened."
Silas only wore a bitter smile on his face, and he said, "Yea, I lost my temper when Mia's former boyfriend threw food over me, and I burnt his face."
He tilted his head with a bitter smile. "You can guess what else happened. But I'm not letting Mia get away with this. I might not be able to come back, but the other stuff is on her."
James smiled, but his eyes weren't filled with any hint of happiness, and he said, "You're my best friend, and I'm not leaving you alone."
James smirked, and he said, "Come on. I can skip one day of school, and I'm getting hungry. We need to come up with a plan to take down that bitch."
Silas raised his brow and asked, "Are you sure? Your parents are going to be wondering where you're at."
He said with a lazy roll of his eyes, "Dude, I'm not a mama's boy, and she can't tell me what to do."
James went to throw his arms around Silas's shoulder, pulling him further away from school. He said in a low voice—edged with complete seriousness, "You need to remember it's not the end of the world, and there are plenty more fish in the sea for you."
Silas asked with confusion, "Are we talking about my psychotic ex or schools?"
James snickered at his question, and he went to smack him at the back of the head. "Stupid, I'm talking about women, and yes, I'm going to help you this time since you have terrible taste."
Silas turned speechless on the spot, and they walked down the road to a restaurant. Silas and James entered a restaurant—The Hell's Kitchen.
When Silas took a seat at the booth at the end of the row, a man entered the room with a loud shout, "I QUIT!"
Silas and James turned around, completely startled, and they saw a man leaving as he threw his apron in the air, and another man with short hair entered behind him, his eyes flashing with rage. "Well, you suck anyway!"
The other man retorted back, "Fuck you!"
The man with the short hair said with his middle fingers straight in the air, "You're not my type!"
Silas and James's expressions froze, and the angry man looked at them and asked them sharply, "What the hell are you looking at?!"
Silas watched the man walk away in his rage, then the door was closed with a loud slam, and the man with the short hair cursed loudly.
The short man was going to turn around and head back behind the curtains but saw two customers staring at him with confusion in their eyes.
Silas saw the man with the short hair walk to them before grabbing a note, and he asked, "I apologize you had to see that, but I can take your orders now."
Silas left James alone with the waitress because they knew each other long enough to know what they liked. When he entered the bathroom, he saw himself in the mirror. His messy, sticky hair with food stuff all over him.
It was a complete embarrassment. One thing leads to another. He took a deep breath and turned on the sink and poured water over his face. He kept his eyes closed and stretched out his hand to grab a napkin.
However, someone placed something in his hand, and he said as he used it to dry his face. "Thanks."
Nothing was said back; only silence followed. He opened his eyes when the water cleaned the nasty stuff from his face. He was stunned on the spot and immediately turned around. "What are you doing here?"
Keira was here, right behind him. She crossed her arms before him and was fully dressed in black clothes. Her black hair cascaded over her shoulders, and she smirked at him, "Simple. I followed you."
Silas frowned and asked, "When?"
Kiera responded lazily, "About a couple of minutes ago."
She looked at his face, seeing the mess. For a moment, he was embarrassed when he was dressed like this—worse than a dirty dog.
She asked, "What happened to you?"
Silas sighed, exhaustion lingering over his face. "I thought you knew since you followed me."
She retorted back, "Don't be a smartass; just answer my question."
Silas finally couldn't take it anymore. He knew he was being an idiot, but he's completely worn out from everything, and his mind feels drained.
He turned away from her and threw away the napkin in the trashcan, and he immediately stepped to the door with the intent to leave. He doesn't feel like entertaining the weird vampire.
However, before he could open the door, she disappeared from her spot and slammed the door back into its place. Silas could feel coldness radiating from her body.
"Don't ever walk away from me."
Silas pivoted around, and his brows rose in anger. "Look, I really had a bad day, and could you please leave me in peace? I just want to be left alone. Please."
Her eyes flashed a dark red, and she said in a low voice laced with a deadly tone, "Do I look like I care if you had a bad day or not? If I'm speaking to you, you answer me."
Her eyes glowed with a calm before the storm. "And I don't like being ignored."