Forgetting Roman

{thirteen}

{thirteen}

                “Aspen. Hey,”

                My hand slipped into Declan’s and I began pulling him away. Without a word to Roman, I crossed the street and continued to drag Declan with me. I held back the urge to look over my shoulder to where I had left Roman standing with his group of friends.

                I think I even saw Dylan in the depths, silently watching as Roman and I came face to face since he got up and left without an explanation or even a goodbye.

                It didn’t matter if I saw Roman again. I knew it was bound to happen again but I never actually thought it would happen anytime soon. It didn’t matter though. Just because I saw him didn’t mean he was going to be a part of my life again.

                I wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.

                “Did you know that guy?” Declan asked.

                “No,” I replied a little too quickly.

                Of course, he saw right through my lie.

                “Old boyfriend?” he asked.

                “The spawn of Satan,” I responded as I met his gaze.

                I was being one hundred percent serious and something in my facial expression told Declan that.