The Ex

Prologue

Prologue.

"So you say you're not attracted to me anymore."

"Yes, that is right," I said, breathless. But even as much as I tried to believe that lie, I knew it was the complete opposite. I was attracted to him. To the smell of his skin, his beautiful hazel eyes hiding behind spectacles, his curly brown hair, his muscular back and arms, those lips that looked totally kissable. I find his smile comepletely to die for and I used to call him Mr. Colgate Smile. The freckles on his cheeks made him seem quite innocent, but the small glint in his eyes said otherwise.

In reality, I've always found this man attractive, even when we were just teenagers in high school and puberty hadn't quite hit him yet. I've known him for a decade. I know his antics, his secrets, I can tell when he lies and when he's telling the truth. I can tell when he feels guilty about something and I can tell when he feels lonely, sad, I-want-to-punch-a-wall pissed off, when he's happy and full of joy. I know everything about him, but as much as I know from him, he knows twice as much the information on me. The only thing he deosn't know are about three secrets from the thousands I have. And he will never know those top three secrets.

"You see Princess, I don't quite believe that," he said with a small tug at the corner of his lips when he saw my eyes flash in anger. I've always hated when he called 'Princess'.

"And why don't you?" I chuckled slightly, trying to hide the fact that his presence at this moment was making me nervous beyond belief. "You're really that full of yourself? You honestly think every girl that lands their eyes on you are gonna fall head over heals for you. Don't you?"

"Well there's that and the fact that you're trying to hide your hands-which are shaking by the way. A nervous antic I've gotten to know very well. It seems you haven't changed at all, have you Mel?"

My chest was heaving up and down as I tried to calm the tremble in my hands from being nervous or being as angry to the point that I was contemplating hitting his balls so he could calm down his ego, I didn't know.

"No, I haven't. But you sure have. I mean those -what? Four, five years we haven't seen each other, you have made quite the change. But not just physical, personality wise too. I remember you being an ass hole but man, you're worse now," I said, trying to get under his skin, and from the way his eyes darkened I could tell I've done my job. "What happened to you?" I whispered sincerly, trying to see.

"I grew up and saw that you were right. Love? It's just a load of crap," he said with a scowl on his face.

I bit my lip piercing trying to hold back all the things I wanted to tell him. "Bye, Drew." With that I left him there, standing in the middle of the Starbucks shop when they called my name.