Distant ➸ Aaron Ramsey

Three: Maybe

It was giving me a headache, watching him play. I turn the TV off, sighing on the newfound mood-swing mode my mind had set itself into.

Does he hate me now, or what?

I certainly do hate him.

And I should.

I actually underestimated my hatred for him all these years. There was... something else. Not hope. Not limerence. But something that was strong enough to mask so much hatred that is pushing its way all over my mind now.

I had watched him play all along. And I did cry like a complete wussy when he was all badly injured in his game against Stoke City. And now, I can't just watch him without wanting to punch the TV.

In midst of my chain of thoughts a doorbell interrupts me.

"Why?" I yell without realizing.

"Um, Ivy?" A hesitant, familiar voice says.

I did peel myself off the couch to open the door. Somehow.

"Jack." I address, as I look at him standing across me. His hands rested lazily within the pockets of his casual hoodie.

"Hey," he mumbles. "How are you since yesterday?"

"Good," I swiftly lie. "Come in."

He walked in, and I clear up the chair for him to sit on.

"I thought I would check up on you while I return from training," Jack starts. "You seemed pretty upset yesterday."

"Thank you," I say simply, passing him a mug of coffee.

He takes it without question.

"So... um, would you, uh, talk?"

"Talk about what?" I ask.

"Him."

"Him? Who him?" I shift.

"You know... Him."

"Who?" I scrunch in confusion. "God? I am not very much of a religious person, so-"

"No," he chuckles. "I am talking about Aaron."

I immediately and quite evidently tense up at his mention.

"What about him?" I feel my throat tie itself in a tight knot.

"How do you know him?"

"Why are you asking?"

"He hasn't focused on practice all day, totally lost in thoughts, which I can assure were centered to you. And then he wouldn't stop glaring at me."

"Thoughts centered to me? That is funny. Wh-why would he..."

"Because he wouldn't stop asking me how do I know you," Jack sighs.

"What are you talking about, Jack?"

"No offense or anything, but you give quite an angry-ex vibe to me." He babbles. "And you actually make it look quite obvious."

"The angry part is quite accurate. I am an angry best friend."

"Best friend?" He raises his eyebrows.

"Ex," I add.

"Girlfriend?"

"Huh? Best friend."

"You're his ex bestie?" He frowns.

"If you wanna put it that way."

"Care explaining the 'ex' part?"