CHAPTER 366: 366-CLEVER GAMES

Troy:

Once Ms. Lenora took Clementine away and Ian was asked to briefly speak with the headmaster, I was left behind.

I had noticed the tension between Ian and Clementine when they were talking, and I began to form my own thoughts.

Before stepping away, Ian decided to have one last word. That was the biggest mistake he ever made.

"What were you speaking with her about?" he asked me sternly.

"We were talking about our relationship," I replied, trying to sound as casual as possible, because I knew that would bother Ian, and it would look more plausible.

It would look more real.

"What relationship? You have no relationship with her," Ian grunted.

I had never seen Ian so anxious before.

Since the beginning, when we first met him, he had been calm, composed, collected, and also mysterious.

There was one more word for him, cunning. But ever since he got into a relationship with Clementine, he began to act agitated.

His eyes were everywhere Clementine was. Love is supposed to make someone strong, not weak like he was.

I guessed he was constantly afraid of losing her. I recognized the look in his eyes whenever she was talking with someone else or not interacting with him.

"You’re forgetting that we are still mates," I told him, and he rolled his eyes. I had to give him another taste of reality.

"Well, you should ask her why she hasn’t talked to me about rejection, and why she was here instead to speak to me about my feelings for her."

The moment I said it, I watched Ian snap his head toward me.

His hands moved to his waist, and his body went still, as if he was trying to figure out what he was going to do next.

"That is not possible," Ian muttered.

"Well, you can keep telling yourself that, anything that will help you sleep better. But the truth is that she is mates with me, and that she had one night with me and the others, and maybe that made her want to explore more ideas."

As soon as I said it, he grabbed my collar, and I warned him with my eyes to let go.

When he didn’t, I held his hand and pushed him back.

"She was telling me about the crush she had on me," I explained, and I noticed Ian clench his jaw.

"But I remember it was the other way around," he remarked. I knew he would say that.

"Well, you are very wrong then. She definitely did not update you on recent events. Do you two not even talk at all?" I teased, watching his muscles tense even more.

There were some weaknesses in Ian, one of them being anger.

It was the same with Clementine. Her weakness was her ego.

I thought she had been mistreated so much in the past that she began to fight back whenever someone tried to control her.

It was easy to anger her. Just try to control her, and she would make a mistake.

But for now my target was Ian.

"I recently found out that not only I, but she also used to have a crush on me. And that crush lingered for a long time."

I sat and watched him shake his head, trying once again to convince himself it was not believable.

"If you don’t believe me, I’ll show you the diary. You will recognize her handwriting."

When I mentioned the diary, I watched him stare at me in silence, probably trying to decide whether to believe me or not.

"What is in this diary that I need to see?" he muttered, but he showed no sign of refusing to read it.

"She told you all how I stole her diary to mock her and everything else. I was angry, and I could not read it further. This time when I went back home, there was something my mother had put in my bag. All my old stuff she thought would be important. One of them was this diary, tucked away among the other books. And guess what? I decided to read it thoroughly. Because now I am in a better place."

I smirked at him, and it was the truth. Previously, I could not finish the diary.

Every time I started reading, I felt pain in my chest, an urge to be with her.

So I decided to keep her out of my sight. Out of sight, out of mind.

But I no longer had to worry about that. She was right in front of me.

And I had to read her diary to understand her better so I could understand her apart from everyone else.

"In that diary, she had written in great detail how she had a crush on me and how she wanted to start a life with me. She had spoken about how many kids she wanted and what kind of house she wanted," As I began to speak, Ian started to stroll away.

He took a few steps back and forth, looking around and scratching the back of his neck, trying to make it seem like he was listening, although I could tell he wanted to stick his fingers in his ears to stop hearing any of it.

"What? The truth hits harder?" I remarked. "I think she settled for you out of desperation because she needed someone at the moment. To think about it, it was so easy for her to move on from you when she thought she saw you with someone else. She came in, forgot about you, cut you out of her life. Not once did she ask you why you did that to her." I spoke with a grin forming inside as I watched him look so flushed.

"Well, that is because I was not here," Ian replied, sounding more confident this time. "And I do not care what she did or what she did not. I don’t care what she wrote in her diary years ago when she hadn’t met me. You just need to understand one thing. These little games are not going to affect my relationship with her."

He said it in a way that disappointed me a little for a man with so many anger issues.

I thought he would react explosively, maybe confront Clementine and do something so reckless that she would leave him.

Sadly, he proved that he was not much of a man.