"Yeaahhh, we are. Definitely dating, like...totes?" Then I proceeded to confused and unconvincing laughter. What?
"Woah, really man? Fucking finally." Said boy1.
"Yeah, where have you been hiding her all this time?" Said boy2.
"More like, where have you been hiding all my life?" Jack mockingly asked me while trying to pull off a warm and loving look. He was doing a terrible job at it, by the way.
"Intheshadowswithmyfellowspawnsofdevil, most likely—Anyways, my oh-so-precious boo boo, Are you okay? Your face looks constipated. We should probably get going so I could fix you up black and blue, yeah?" I smiled sweetly at him as I pulled off a better warm and loving look. I watched his face morph to confusion, then realization and finally, horror. Sweet sweet horror.
"Oh no, I feel fine. Extremely fine, actually. Besides we, guys, still have something to do. You should head home first." He slowly distanced himself from me, taking his arm off of my shoulders. I smirked to myself as I held on to him, clutching at his arm like a typical girlfriend. Although, a typical girlfriend is not confused and definitely not itching to bite her boyfriend's head off.
"B-but...you're leaving me?" My voice quivered, hopeless and distressed. I looked down, then after a while I peaked a bit to see his friends' reactions. They looked at me with pity making me whoop internally. Damn, I'm so good at this. Hollywood, you're gonna need to keep a lookout for me 'cause I am coming, guns blazing for you!
"Jack, it's fine. You could go, we'll just tell Coach that you're not feeling good." Boy1 said, sending a brief smile my way, "I'm Eric, nice to meet you."
"And I'm Christopher, but you can call me Chris." Said Boy2—now, Chris. But I kinda liked referring to them as Boy1 and Boy2.
No, Roni, that would be rude.
But—
No buts, dammit, wow. Arguing with myself. Well, that's a new low.
I dragged myself out of my internal struggles and grinned happily at Bo— Eric and Chris.
"It was a pleasure to meet you both, too. And as for you," I turned once again to a troubled(and trapped) Jack as I speak, giddy with undertones of threat," You're free to go so we might as well. Maybe then we can have a little...chat. Just you and me. We'll have lots and lots of fun!"
I may have appeared tons suggestive of *wink* *wink* nudge, nudge— know what I mean. But words are what makes a story, and sometimes if we don't know both sides of it then we can never be truly sure of what's happening.
In this case, Jack surely knows what's happening and oh boy, he really doesn't want to.
"Yeah, definitely..." He choked out,"not."
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" Oh ho ho~ Someone got some explaining to do." I said, in a weird sort-of singing way.
We were in Patisserie, my favorite cafe because of the two heavenly delicious things they sell that I can't get enough of: ice cream and cakes. In every taste, shape and form!
I was digging in my fourth cake slice while Jack was sitting tensed in front of me. Though as the seconds ticked by, I noted with narrowed eyes how he's relaxing bit by bit.
"This is kind of like our own first date." He said way too carefree for my liking.
"Are you going to explain or should I just strangle you and be done with it."
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The Silent Game
Novela JuvenilShe felt too much. He was indifferent to it all. He searched for her in her labyrinthine wonderlands. She found him underneath silver and moonlight. A game. A catalyst. And two hearts that would either fall apart or overflow with a love like a sup...
