Two days passed now since I tortured myself thinking about how close Jim and I were. How could I react if we met again (which I was sure was inevitable) ?
And as if it is to make me right, this one did the first step to realize my fears by coming to see me at noon. The worst part was that he sat at my table with his tray, alone, normally he was always surrounded by his "fans" ( as I like to call them ) and his friends.
- Hi.
- Good morning.
- You don't mind if I have dinner with you, do you?
NO, YOU THINK? It's not like the whole canteen is staring at me and I wonder what happened to your mind when you came to see me. And more importantly, what could I tell you?! AND WHAT COULD YOU TELL ME ?!
- Of course not.
This much less forthright and less aggressive response earned me a big smile from him, which, for some reason, softened me a bit.
After that they were a big silence for some time until I decided to say something.
- Look, for the other day I was really in a hurry and I forgot to thank you so... Thank you for not letting me down.
- You're welcome. I hope you know I'll always be here to catch you, Rose. Right?
- Uh...
This boy is really good at disturbing me. He didn't mind catching me ? He knows my name ? He just flirted with me?
Luckily for me (I think), his phone vibrated, he looked at it and apologized, saying he had to leave.
- Yes, go ahead... Have a good day.
- Thanks for the meal. See you later!
« See you later » ? Those words resonated in my head when this time I was the one who was left alone as if he had never come.
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That Fake Love: English version
RomansaI loved him... I really liked him... Then why did it end this way? Maybe if I explain you, we could understand what happened to me, but especially what happened to him. Autor's note: This is the first story that I write so I would like to have your...
