Portraits [On Hold]

Chapter 16-His Girls

I shook my head and looked back at my work, not really being able to believe Blake's words. That was impossible. Aiden could not possibly be jealous of Joey. I mean, not only because, although Joey was attractive, Aiden was still a lot hotter, but also because there was no reason to be. Sure, Joey had called me pretty, but it's not like Aiden and I were together or anything. We were not even a thing, right?

As my mind drifted far away into my tangled web of thoughts, I realized there was a possible chance maybe he was jealous after all.

Thousands of thoughts flashed through my head and my heart suddenly felt heavy in my chest. I really didn't know how to feel. Guilt and happiness somehow overflowing inside me at the same time. My stomach was in a knot and I realized I couldn't be feeling happy. Feeling happy meant I liked that Aiden was jealous and that meant I liked him. I couldn't like him.

The guilt was evident as well, feeling bad for leading him on. I couldn't deny that. If it wasn't for that phone call interrupting us, I'm certain we would've kissed. We'd had so many moments that confused me more than words could express.

We had this thing going on and even if he made me want to pull my hair out, I didn't hate him. Not one bit. In fact, as much as I hated to admit, I had to say I maybe even enjoyed his presence. I enjoyed it as much as I hated it.

All this analyzing was driving me crazy and I had been biting my lip so hard it started bleeding. This snapped me back to reality and I breathed in again, realizing I had been holding my breath as well.

Aiden seemed to notice my sudden mood change and my eyes desperately searched his, trying to find some kind of revelation.

He frowned at me, but his eyes expressed worry.

"June?" He whispered, as if testing the waters. I seemed to be in some kind of trance, seeming extremely calm to everyone who couldn't actually see what I was feeling inside.

"Yes?" I asked, my expression soft.

"Are you alright?"

I let a closed smile on my face and nodded softly.

"Yeah. I'm okay," I said, and he looked at me for a second, making sure I really was fine. Finally, seeming somewhat convinced, he turned back around to keep on working and I found myself grinning—grinning at the fact he cared about me even when he was annoyed and mad at me.

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As I stood on the side of the street waiting for a taxi, I felt someone poke my side, making me jump.

"Gotcha," Blake said teasingly and I playfully pushed him.

"You scared me!" I said, a smile on my face.

"I have a request. Would you like to hear it?" He wrapped an arm around my shoulder and began walking to his car, dragging me along with him.

"I think so," I replied, and he nodded, getting his arm off of me and then proceeding to place it on the top of his car.

"You wanna go get something to eat tomorrow at seven o'clock?" He asked, making me raise an eyebrow.

He immediately realized he made it sound like he was asking me on a date and began to laugh.

"Wait no, not-not like that. I meant-" he stuttered, shaking his head and laughing again. "I meant, with Blue," He finished, a shade of pink making its way onto his cheeks.

I smirked and then let out a laugh myself.

"Aw, you're blushing!" I pinched his cheeks and he rolled his eyes playfully.