𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 ᪥ 𝐏𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐈 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐙𝐀́𝐋𝐄𝐙

𝐗𝐗𝐈

𝐏𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐈'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

𑁍᪥𑁍᪥𑁍

I walk back to my car and immediately get in, driving away as fast as I can.

I don't why this whole situation hurts as much as it does. Maybe it's because I still love her. Or maybe it's pure jealousy.

I loosen my grip on the steering wheel that I realise I've been gripping way too hard and take into my hands the hoodie that I put in the back seat when I stop at a red light. I pull it over my head and put the hood over my head as well.

I look outside and, as usual, see some people staring at my car. No surprise, it's a green mini cooper, not hard to recognize.

I really should start driving the Porsche and Maserati more often. Those a lot less likely to be recognised, at least they aren't green. There's plenty of black cars.

I speed off as soon as the light turns green and make a left turn. After about twenty minutes, I pull up to the familiar driveway and park the car, going to the front door. As soon as I unlock it, Fer is already there, walking up to me.

"And?" he asks me.

"It was shit." I say, closing the door behind me. "We ended up fighting and then I left."

He sucks in a breath as he watches me walk to the living room sofa and sit down on it. I take my hands and cover my face as I lean back into the cushions, letting out a deep breath.

"So I'm guessing you didn't tell her?" he asks. I could feel the sofa bend next to me and I take my hands off my face to see him sitting down next to me.

"I didn't." I say.

"Was it a bad arguement?" he asks.

"It was pretty bad." I nod. "She told me to fuck off. But, to be honest, I said some really unkind stuff."

"So it's your fault." he says and I sigh, looking up at the ceiling.

"Yeah." I say quietly.

"You're so stupid." he says. "You lost her once and instead of trying to get her back when you almost have her again you just push her back again. Was she willing to talk?"

"Yeah, she was." I say and he rolls his eyes at me. "She apologised, she was being really nice as well. She said all this stuff about feeling bad and, when I started to get all worked up, she told me to calm down and that we should talk another day because she didn't want me to say something I'd regret."

"So she remembered you get worked up when you're mad." he says and I avert my eyes to him.

"Yeah." I say. "God, I really am stupid, aren't I? Why do I have to be so fucking jealous? I suppose I should talk to Ferran as well. He's been trying to talk to me for like a week now."

"Finally some sense." he say. "Go now."

"What, right now?" I ask and he nods but I shake my head. "I'm tired."

"No, you're not." he says.

Busted.

"That's an excuse." he says. Why does he have to know me so well? "No more of those, not under my watch. I'm tired of your constant excuses to get things sorted."