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Tia

"So we can talk about Nate behind his back now," she said delightfully.

I smirked.

"Or you don't have to pretend to be all nice to me then," she added.

"I'm not pretending," I replied.

She just raised an eyebrow. She raises her eyebrow in the same way Nate does. Sometimes I wonder if they are imitating each other.

"We're frenemies. You're always pretending," she said. "So... how is couple life?" she drawled, changing the subject.

"Not much has changed really," I said. "It's still like before, Nate and I hang out. Except now, I finally know for sure that he likes me and not you. And we don't talk about you behind your back anymore," I added with a smirk.

"You talk about me behind my back?" she said faux dramatically.

"Of course," I replied.

"What about?" she grilled.

I let out a sigh. Do I tell her?

"Fine, don't tell me," she accepted.

"We talked about you, because when you were too busy being obsessed with your italicized him, Nate was obsessing over you," I blurted out. "And he purposely stopped talking to you after we gotten together is, I think, that even if you're not number one to him anymore, your number two is cutting it pretty close."

"Oh," was all she said.

"While I talked about you, because I loved and hated you for the way you disregarded Nate's feelings," I admitted.

"Loved and hated, huh," she considered.

"In a way, I should thank you," I said. "If you had accepted Nate then, then we wouldn't be together."

"Funny you'd say that," she replied.