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Chapter 8~ Decisions

~Caspian~

"Your little girlfriend did a number on you, didn't she?" The scratches on his face and neck were a few days old and barely detectable, but they pointed them out to me, and I couldn't help but point it out to the rest of the table.

It may not have been noticeable to anyone else, and that became more apparent when Trent had to practically lean across the table to see what I was referring to. Seth laughed in response.

"She smacked me in the face while we were having sex, and I laughed and said that was cute." I raised an eyebrow at his chuckled explanation.

"I mean, I held her down and choked her until she apologized and begged me to fuck her... but first, I said it was cute and laughed."

"That sounds more like something you would do," I smirked, finishing my wine.

Trent snorted. "Since when did you get yourself a girlfriend?" His voice was full of skepticism as he spoke, and his eyebrows were near his hairline.

"I've been with her coming up on a year and a half soon," Seth replied proudly.

A questioning look crossed Trent's face, only for a second, but it soon passed, covered by indifference.

"Deception."

"Lies."

"I sense infidelity."

"Shut up."

"Tell them the truth."

"Tell them about her."

Before Trent could utter another word or I succumbed to my greater impulses, Seth cleared his throat, bringing us back to the situation right in front of us and away from all the unspoken accusations and maybes.

"Enough about my extracurriculars." He shot me a warning look, to which I smirked, giving him a salute.

"Let's get back to the real reason we're here."

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"That settled it then-"

"Yeah yeah, I have to go." Trent cut Seth off, parting the table with a nod to me.

Seth and I shared a look, continued to share a meal with no further incident on my part despite the topic of conversation, then parted ways as well.

~Rebecca~

I hung upside down on my couch, staring at my splayed fingers at the TV acted as background noise because I had nothing better to do with my time, and today was my only off day this week. The random doorbell ringing scared me out of my daze before I flipped off the couch with a laugh, stood from the floor, and went over to the door.

Upon opening it, I furrowed my eyebrows, and Trent looked me over pensively.

"What am I missing?"

"You forgot, didn't you?"

We both spoke at the same time, and I had to rack my brain to try to remember what it was that I was forgetting.

"I know it was a couple of days ago, but please don't let your porn distract you so much that you forget the arrangements you've made." When he said that, things became clear.

"I thought you said dinner at 7? It's only 8 am." Trent sighed as I spoke, my confusion apparent as I leaned against the door.

"Yes, I did. That was after I said I would come by after my meeting this morning to get you." He explained, and I felt terrible because I seriously had paid him no attention that day over the phone.