Highly Unlikely [BxB]

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

I Am Groot

               I tried to tell myself that I was sighing out of a harmless human function but this was not the case. Deep down, I knew that I was sighing because the boys and I were going to the movies in a few hours, and not to be the bad friend but I wasn't really thrilled about it. Although for some reason, I wasn't dreading it as much as the last time we met, so there was some improvement in that case. And I suspected it was because I was almost always smiling lately.

               Yes, Julian. Somehow lately, his name was always going to come up somewhere where I was concerned, or wherever my thoughts decided to wander. I still wanted to see my handsome test results. Not because I am so vain that I need the validation from wherever I could get it, but because for some reason, I needed to see for myself that just as he'd said it, he really didn't think I was good looking. Why it was important...I couldn't really put a finger on it.

               I decided not to get into Connor's house where I was picking him and Stacey up because of two reasons. One, was that he's grandmother was overly affectionate and always wanted to talk and by that, I meant it could go on for more than an hour. She always tried to put in a good history lesson, and trying to escape her could prove futile sometimes. The second reason was quite simple, I did not want to take my shoes off.

               It took a little over five minutes and the dynamic duo were walking towards me, wearing matching T-shirts and holding hands. Stacey looked amazing, she always did. And she was wearing the biggest smile on her face, which made me smile too as they reached.

              "You know," I started. "For people who claim to be so platonic, you both act more romantic than most couples." Stacey stuck out her tongue at me and Connor chuckled. "Just tell me the truth, I promise I won't tell the rest."

               "Classic awfully mouthy Uber drivers," said Connor.

               "Hey!" I replied, acting offended. "That's strike two, Connor."

               "Yeah?" He replied with an easy smile. "What happens when we get to three?"

               "I quit."

               "Oh no! We wouldn't want that! Who'll drive us then?"

               "Kit?" I suggested.

               "Kit's acting weird," said Stacey. "Even said he couldn't make it today."

               "You don't say..." I replied, unable to help the relief I felt at hearing that.

               Connor got a phone call at that moment and Stacey continued. "Something's wrong, maybe we should check on him after the movie," she suggested.

               "Uhh..." I swallowed, suddenly forgetting how I could run away from this situation. Thankfully, Connor had my back with this one. He made the briefest eye contact with me, understanding in his eyes as he diverted the attention away from me.