The Narcissist

Chapter 22 - THE TALK

"That's all you're having? tea? just tea? we could share this cake you know."  I exclaimed as I realize what he ordered for himself.

He looked at me like I'm crazy, "Yes, this is all I'm having. I'm not much into sweets." He explained looking at my food, which was exactly what he mention he didn't like much.

"Figures." I muttered, stabbing the cake with my fork and stuffing it into my mouth.

"Do you like me, Gorgeous?" He asked, not even blinking, gazing straight at me.

I choked as soon as I heard his question, gratefully accepting the water that he offered me.

I laughed uncomfortably, "I wouldn't be here if I didn't like you Rhett." Right back at you.

That was a good save.

He leaned closer, "Do you like me as a friend? or more?" His face not showing any emotion.

This is it.

"More. You know I like you right from the start." I said matching his poker face, but my heart was racing.

He looked surprised at my revelation. "I honestly didn't know that." Now he was blushing.

"Yeah I know. Somebody told me you're dense and that I should stop liking you." I stared at his face. "But I couldn't."

After saying that, I couldn't even bring myself to look at him.

Silence enveloped us. He cleared his throat. "I'm not used to this kind of stuff." He said awkwardly.

I smiled to myself. "I'm not used to liking a guy either. Usually its the other way around. Look at me now, chasing a guy who may or may not like me."

After another silence, I summoned my courage to confront him. "What about you Rhett? I laid my cards, it's your turn now."

He looked nervous, "I like you Gorgeous. As a friend."

Did I hear him right?

"You like me.. as a friend?" I repeated, not believing my own voice as it crack.

I fumed as he just nodded. "You wanted to talk about.. this?  About how you only liked me as a friend?" My tears began to fall.

He removed his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. "It's much more complicated than that." He explained vaguely, looking pained.

He then wiped away my tears, "Please don't cry."

I looked at him sharply wiping away my tears, "Don't." I said, he pulled his hand away.

I laughed bitterly, "I didn't expect you to be this cruel."

"I wish I could tell you everything." He whispered.

My eyes went back to his, "Then tell me." I pleaded, hoping for a valid reason why he's breaking my heart.

His tortured look wasn't helping, "Now is not the time. Please Gorgeous."

"Please what?!" I exclaimed. People near our table glanced in our direction.

"Let's be friends, for now. Can you do that, for me?" His eyes soft, like he was looking at something so fragile instead of me.

Again, I laughed bitterly only a little louder this time. "You're asking for too much." I sipped on my now lukewarm coffee. "But I can do that. But can you? Stay friends with me, I mean." I challenged.

My goal didn't change, I'm making you mine.

He sighed in relief. That's when I stood up, "I'll go ahead. I've said more than I intended. Nice talking to you, bud." I said coldly, leaving him.

I'll make sure to break your heart back.

****************************************************

Am I doing this right?
please ☆

♡J