Like Real People Do - Jill Roord

Well She Loves You

Hunter's POV

"Possibly a certain someone named Jill Roord," Mapi smirked with this teasing glint in her eye. 

Jill Roord.

Jill.

Jilly.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I responded, a little defensively. 

I didn't even dig into those feeling in my own mind, I wasn't about to profess whatever they were to Mapi; that meant the universe would hear it all. I wouldn't lay my heart on a platter like that. 

Even if Mapi didn't truly believe it, she'd seen a spark of life in my eyes because I'd felt it. Mapi said her name and my breath hitched, I'm not sure if it was a positive or negative moment. But it was a moment alright. 

Mapi tilted her head, sending me a questioning look, "Sure you do," she challenged, "I know you Hunter Putellas, remember that."

"Are you threatening me Mapi Leon?" I teased rather dryly.

Mapi shook her head, pouting, "No. I will just always be the one to tell you, what you fear to hear."

"I thought that was Alexia," I changed the subject, for some reason running from that name.

"Alexia would too but I think as your best friend, this is my specialty," Mapi's pride came to light.

"What exactly is this specialty of yours'?" If Mapi wanted to play this game, I'd let her because I needed a distraction and one of Mapi's fantasies might be the perfect fit. 

Mapi spoke softly now, with no arrogance or joking manner, "You like her," Mapi's words delicate yet sharp to my gut. 

I immediately shook my head, "You've got it wrong."

Mapi clicked her tongue, "Well she loves you."

Four words. Four words somehow created a lapse in my mind, I didn't know how I felt to hear them but it was overwhelming. Something so quietly spoken felt like it had been roared by the entire stadium of Camp Nou and I was just one small person standing in the center, being bombarded by this message. I didn't know how to receive it. 

I chuckled, Mapi barely knew Jill, she had no idea what she was talking about nor the dangerous game she was creating in my mind, "You're wrong."

"I don't think I am," Mapi challenged carefully. 

"Well," I raised my eyebrows, sounding stronger and more defiant, "You are."

Mapi slowly shook her head, "No."

"How are you so certain Maps?" I decided to humor her for just one moment. 

Mapi shrugged, "I just know."

I scoffed, "Great. Well Mapi, you are a fortune teller and you've seen my fate. Thankyou for this reading," I replied sarcastically, feeling my heart fall.

"Ah," Mapi pointed towards the glare on my face, "See you care."

I didn't know where she was heading with this.

"See you wanted me to be right because you like her," Mapi spelled it out to me.

Again, I shook my head, denying any truth in the matter, "I'm glaring because I've had the worst forty-eight hours of the year and you're getting on my nerves." I had a point to be fair, possibly deflecting from my own feelings, but still my response was valid.

"No," Mapi told me, "I'm not going to let you do this."

Mapi seemed to be speaking in riddles which was odd because that was normally me, "Do what?"