15TH HEARTBEAT

XAVIER ROCKWELL

Striking a conversation with Jordi alone was insanely difficult even when the odds essentially paired me up with him. Not only that I’m feeling a sense of tension every time I’m looking at him but I also feel like he’s itching to slit my throat or probably disembowel me or maybe push me off a cliff. I most probably deserve all of that.

I sat with him right after we got our little bag of flour and everything seemed awkward between us. He doesn’t even want to talk to me, let alone smile at me that I had to take a few seconds to muster enough courage.

“Ahem...” I don’t have any sort of phlegm or lump in my throat but I purposely cleared my throat loud enough just to gain the confidence that I needed in order to begin this conversation. I already knew I had his attention since he’s been looking at me dead in the eye for quite some time.

“What?” He spat.

I couldn’t even look at him straight in the eye for a hot minute. Maybe because I was afraid that I might just make thing