My Boyfriend's(?) Roommate

Chapter 9: Explaining myself

"Well...it's not like I forgot about your brother, it's just Caspar...I think I like him."

"But what about Joe?" Zoe's voice was hard as she spoke.

"Talking to Joe was like talking to a celebrity, he seemed so out of my reach. Players like him don't like plain girls like me. So When Joe left, I could already tell he probably wasn't going to come back."

And that was the truth. I'm pretty sure he was just talking to me out of pity, after all I was just sitting by myself, being my awkward self. I'd accepted the fact he had left to get away from me. It hurt, but I told myself it didn't and put on a mask. But when Caspar came over he genuinely made me happy. I smiled to myself, but stopped immediately when I saw Zo looking sad.

"I'm sorry! I should have warned you. I just didn't think he would do that to my best friend. My brother likes playing around with girls that are timid and cute. Of course he would go for you!"

But is that why he never came back? I was acting abnormally confident that night. He must have thought I was one of those girls. Even if he left for the wrong reasons, it still felt like I had been rejected. I didn't want Zo to know I got rejected. It was too embarrassing. This is why I stay away from players like Joe.

"It's okay, let's just go back to dinner. Joe is just your brother to me now."

I wanted to say it didn't matter because I had Caspar, but even if there was no Joe in the picture, I couldn't like Caspar either. Zoe was right. I had to move on. Even I wished my hardest, the chances of me seeing Caspar again were too small for it to ever happen.

"Yeah. I need to go have a word with Joe too."

We walked back in and I sat down to see Joe, he looked a bit guilty. Even if I had forgiven him. I'm pretty sure Zoe hadn't. She stormed up to Joe only to grab him by the ear and drag him outside. She's good at dragging, suppose practice makes perfect.