IDIOT AND THE BEAST

a/n: last chapter

CHAPTER 69 — PART OF THE GANG

[DANESH]

"Valerie?" I knock on her room door, "Can we talk?"

No answer.

"I brought ice-cream," I try using her weakness.

Still silence, and I am about to knock again, when she answers.

"The door's not locked,"

Smiling to myself, I twist the knob and open the door. I make sure to lose the smile before I step in though. She is sat on her bed, casting me a sharp look, before looking back at her phone.

"Hey," I walk up to her slowly and then sit opposite her.

She ignores me, and keeps her attention on the device in her hand.

"Ice-cream," I shake the tub in front of her, and yet still no response.

I wait for a few moments, and then sighing I decide to take a new approach which instantly grants me a reaction from my sister.

She hisses, pulling her leg away from, and snatches the ice-cream tub away from me. I placed it against her leg. Putting her phone away, she opens the lid and then glares at me.

"Are you expecting to lick–,"

Smiling, I present a spoon in front of her before she can finish her retort. She grabs the utensil from me, rolling her eyes. I wait until she has a few spoonful of ice-cream, before I start talking.

"Don't be mad, please,"

"Not mad," she says in a curt voice.

"Yeah, sure,"

"I'm not," she insists, and then sighs, "Maybe I'm upset, okay. I'm not mad," she stabs her spoon into the tub, and digs out one big chunk of ice-cream, stuffing it into her mouth, and then winces, probably from momentary brain-freeze. When she is back to normal, she continues, "And I know I shouldn't be, because it's up to yourself what you want to say and don't, but still I am upset, okay. Just let me feel what I want to feel,"

"I'm sorry,"

Valerie shakes her head, "There's nothing you have to be sorry for," and then a moment later, she apologizes in return, "I'm sorry you felt like you couldn't tell me,"

"No, no," I quickly disregard her apology, "It's not like that. I just wasn't ready to tell you, or anyone,"

"Even after I came out?"

I nod, "I was actually jealous when you came out, like how easily you accepted yourself, and literally gave no fuck about anything else,"

"Dude, I was terrified," Valerie laughs.

"It didn't even seem like it,"

"I was. And I even cried about it, but praise the gods for the Internet. I learnt a lot from there, and it was easier for me to accept myself, I guess,"

"That's cool,"

"I know. You could've talked to me, you know,"

"I know,"

"It's because of that sick bitch, isn't it?" Val's voice takes on a sharp edge all of a sudden, "That's why you can't really talk about shit,"

The 'sick bitch' my sister is referring to is, well, Jaya.

Valerie used to look up to that lady, and now she wishes 'she will burn in the deepest part of hell and never see the light of day' — her words, not mine.