Picking Up the Pieces

I like him...

Caspar's POV

I pulled away from Joe, wiping away the remaining tears in my eyes. "I'm fine, it's just..." I paused. "I'm fine. Don't worry about it." I faked a smile the slowly walked downstairs to my room.

Once in my room i plunged myself onto my bed letting out a sigh. I pulled my phone from my pocket, looking through my contacts. Once I found Zoe I hit the call button. As I heard it ringing I ran over to my door and shut it tight.

"Hi Caspar." Zoe said, happiness in her tone.

"Meet me at Starbucks as soon as possible. It's important." I demand.

"Caspar, are you ok?" Zoe says worriedly.

"Yeah, just be there." My voice soft now." Please" I quickly add on.

"On my way."

We exchange goodbyes then hang up. Quickly, I get my jumper, shoes and phone then run upstairs. As I am about to leave Joe stops me.

"Where are you going?" He slowly walks towards me with a frying pan.

"I'm going to meet an old friend, he's visiting from South Africa." I lied, a pain going through my chest. I hated lying to Joe.

"But you didn't have breakfast." Joe pouted like a child. But it was cute.

"I'll buy something." I smiled. Joe shrugged with a smile then returned cooking. Once out the house I sighed in relief then headed to my car.

***

I had just arrived at Starbucks, I couldn't find Zoe. I walked to a table and sat down, pulled out my phone and went onto Instagram. A couple of minuets later I heard someone speak, "Can I sit?"

I looked up to see Zoe smiling. "No. This is my table, go find your own." I joked as Zoe rolled her eyes sitting down. I put away my phone.

"So why did you want to meet me? You sounded worried about something. Are you ok?" Zoe sounded concerned. She gave me a look which made me know I could trust her.

"Well, you see..." I trailed, "After I got dared to kiss Joe I thought I liked him. But I wasn't sure. After you all left Joe came to me and started kissing me. But he was drunk so he didn't know what he was doing. When I woke up this morning I was in my room, in my underwear and so was Joe. I couldn't remember how we got there but Joe couldn't remember anything." My tone sad as I played with the sleeves of my jumper. I looked up to see Zoe with sadness plastered all over her face.

"Caspar..." She trailed, pausing for a couple of seconds. "So, do you like Joe?" She raised her eyebrows.

I don't know. Do I like Joe? Before I could even think of what to say my mouth blurted out something I didn't want it to say, "Yes. I like Joe, a lot."