"Loves?" Jayden mumbles, a second after.
I'm going to kill Terik.
"I'm going to kill him." he continues.
That's right.
"Wait, when did you do meet anyways," I ask suddenly.
"Well, let me think, about 50 seconds ago."
Of course that was his fucking laugh I heard.
Of course it had to be so alluring that I had to check who laughed in a store as big as this one.
And that, of course will result to two of my friends leaving me in a hurry, leaving me no choice than to keep up with this annoying human being before shopping and going home alone.
Not that I generally mind but right now I'd be annoyed at someone breathing a little too heavily.
Wait I'm always annoyed because of that.
"What were you doing?" he raises an eyebrow.
How he always was able to do that so perfectly is behind my comprehension.
"I was shopping with my good friends Max and Terik." I explain slowly, like when you talk to a baby. Which he kind of was.
"You mean my fiends, that you sometimes hang out with." He states blankly, not a hint of emotion in his face.
Yeah well I had my sweet time perfect that look too.
"I'm sorry since when was Max your friend? And since when do you take property in people?"
"Since he was in the same tennis club for like ten years."
Fuck I forgot about that.
"Oh and the only person I consider mine is the girl I fucked raw twice in a row." He adds.
Disgusting.
"You're disgusting, first. And second I never saw you talking to Max outside the court so don't try to act all besties on me. And Terik is allowed to have multiple friend."
Now, this was a subject we used to fight all the time as teenagers. Terik was in fact his best friends, his ride or die, but I knew him first.
A matter of a few days but that's not the point.
Terik was just before me in the alphabetical order in our and we used to be have a specific place in class according to that order. Jayden was actually behind us in class, so after a few days of me talking to Terik during lessons, he turned around and saw a boy and they immediately hit it off since that day they never left each other side.
And that was in 6th grade.
It's pretty cute what they have, but I'll never admit it to either of them.
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My dearest rival
Storie d'amore"You did not-" I gasp when I feel the paint slowly making its way from the top to the bottom of my shirt. Yet, I struggle to hide the hint of a smile on my face as I feel his arm, still around my waist, shaking as he laughs. "I believe I just did."...