Kao
I looked at Pete looking anywhere but me after he said what he said and I couldn't help but blink at him.
What he said about wanting to be friends with me was one thing.
But acting all conflicted and confused and even pained was another and I was not sure how to go about it exactly.
Was that even hard to be friend someone?!?
He was acting as if saying so was a matter of life and death.
"You. You wanted to be friends with me?"
Pete looked at me in a snap before he waved a hand at me.
"Just forget I said that."
I shook my head.
"No!"
I had to pause when I realized I said it a little loudly that some people looked at our table but I didn't care.
"I mean, why? You said that you want to be friends with me I want to be friends with you too what's the problem?"
He just looked at me after what I said.
"What?"
I coaxed him when he won't stop staring before he shook his head.
"You literally thought I was your phone snatcher the first time we met."
I made a face at him.
Yes I did.
But even one would think so if they were in my place and they saw the scene I run on in.
And Pete had long established the fact that he was not.
"But you aren't. You actually brought me my phone back and even got into a mess with the people who did it."
He nodded in agreement and I thought that was it.
"Well, yeah, but that speaks volume of how you see me. You know, that I could pass up as a thief."
I gaped at him.
Is he serious?
I rolled my eyes before I ran a hand on my face.
This guy right here is so difficult I swear!
"Look, Pete, I know I haven't properly apologized for what happened that time, so I'm saying it now."
He shook his head at me yet again.
"No. You don't have to apologize."
I shook my head as well.
"No! I have to. I'm sorry, okay? I mean, if you were in my place that time, I'm sure you would also do the same. Not that it could erase the fact that I have insulted you and that I punched you but really, I'm sorry. That wasn't-look, if I really thought that you're a criminal or something, I wouldn't have bothered talking to you or even inviting you to carpool or even eat out with you right now."
I didn't know anymore how I would appease him or why I was even trying.
All I knew was that I hated how Pete speaks of himself and of our situation that way and I hated it even more how every time I tried to sneak into his eyes, it spoke the same.
"Yeah, I get that. And I accept your apology, it's not really big of a deal anyway. I mean, I'm used to people thinking about me that way."
What!?!
