☏ 06. caring too much
c a l u m
Anger rushed through my veins, and I didn't fully grasp why. Layla was a sarcastic bitch who thought she knew everything. The only reason I was interested was because she had no interest in me. Right? I still couldn't help but feel anger, jealousy whatever the hell you want to call it when she was with Luke.
"What the hell were you thinking?" was all I could exclaim to a very confused Luke.
He paused before answering, he was contemplating what he should say so I wouldn't explode. "I saw the girl, she was pretty, we started talking, and I found out she was one interesting person. I had no idea she was the girl from mall and I'll back off, just don't punch me."
Quickly, I went through my options. Luke obviously looked happy when he was talking to her and he hasn't had a girlfriend since forever. Plus, I didn't want it to seem like I actually cared about her so I muttered the first thing that came to my mind.
"Go out with her, I don't care."
I did care. A lot actually, but I'm not admitting that.
Luke looked at me carefully, trying to see between the lies. I masked any trace of kindness and shrugged. He seemed convinced. Seemed. I knew he wasn't. But he liked her enough to buy my bullshit.
That killed me. I covered it up, be the cocky ass jerk you always are and never ever show you care. My life motto.
Caring too much can get you destroyed.
Luke picked up his phone and went into another room. He was going to call her and I was not going to stop him.
Maybe that's why I only have one night stands, because I'm too much of a pussy to admit my feelings. It's much easier to have no strings attached.
But no strings mean no relationship. Just hook-ups.
I reminded myself one more time of how much I disliked Layla and picked up my phone to call one person who always knew how to get my mind off things.
Michael.
"Hey, you know of any parties tonight mate?"
"Yeah, there's one of 49th Avenue."
I grinned at the response. No better way than to drown your doubts in alcohol.
"Sweet, want to stop by there?"
Michael frowned from the other end, "Can't I'm stopping by at El's for a surprise. I'm a changed man, no more parties for me."
We both knew that was a lie. The him being a man part at least.
"Okay, fine, well can I tag along? And then you can drop me off at the party?"
I knew what Michael was thinking. I was insane for wanting to go to the house of my alleged enemy. A gorgeous enemy that is. He knew I knew Layla lived with Eloise. But I just played dumb. There was a moment of silence as if he was giving me a chance to change my question.
I wasn't.
"Sure," Michael awkwardly said, making sure I had another moment to go back on my proposition, "I'll pick you up in ten."
Grinning, I awaited for my best friend
to pick up and bring me to what I would make a second date with the lovely Layla.
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