The Art of Still Pretending

Sixteen

Blair POV.
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"What did she mean when she said she was talking about Andrew?" He asked back.

   Shoot... I forgot about that.

"I asked first." Always a great reply.

"I don't do relationships." Excuse me, What?

"You're on a date with me."

"Yea, you're a cool girl and friend. But I don't do girlfriends." Ok...

This is a major red flag. I can't do the whole, complicated relationship stuff. Again. With another Heart brother.

"Did you just what, want to keep going on dates with me and stuff until I sleep with you?" Yes, I'm sounding a little angry. Only because I'm very angry.

   "Of course not." He defends himself, looking very offended. And a little angry I would even say that.

   "Then what? Just keep me in your pocket. Be another girl for you to fuck with?"

   "Did you think we were going to go on one date, and magically be girlfriend and boyfriend? Sorry Blair, but this isn't some fucking romance book."

   Now, I am very angry. And Jake is clearly also.

   One angry girl plus one angry guy, equals a very angry conversation. "You're using me." For what? I didn't know.

  "I'm using you?" He laughed. Ok, maybe he isn't. "And you're not using me? Huh? Nana said she was talking about Andrew, not me. Did you try going for him? What, you couldn't have my other brothers, so I'm the third best thing Blair?"

   I open and close my mouth. What the fuck am I supposed to say to that? I don't think it's true...

   "That's complete bullshit." I defend myself.

   "Do you want to know what's complete bullshit? How bad of a liar you are."

   "Go to hell."

   "Right back at you sweetheart."

   "You're an asshole."

   "You're a pain in my ass."

   I groan, "I can't believe..."

   "This is why I don't date younger girls." I hate men.

   "I'm only like a year and a half younger than...."

   "Jake?" I hear a voice ask.

   And that particular voice, shuts me up so fast.

   See, this is our seating arrangements. Jake is sitting across from me, facing the door you come in from. And I'm facing away from it, unable to be seen.

   Oh, fuck me.

   "Blair?" I turn around and smile.

   "Hey Noah."

   "Hey man." Jake greets him.