Her Other Half (Boyxboy)

Episode 8

I sat there, dumbfounded. Alone on the bleachers. I don't know what the fuck just happened. What the hell just happened?

Why could have Joe made that decision so damn fast? Why did he just break up with my best friend? If it was being clingy, then I bet you it wasn't reasonable enough? And what brought them to a point of breaking up like that easy? Why did they crumble into that in a moment's breathe?

Ugh, so many questions stuck in my head right now. But the biggest question in my head is WHAT REALLY HAPPENED BETWEEN THEM BEFORE?

I sighed and slouched on the bench. Rubbing my temples, I breathed out heavily. I hate overthinking, I really really hate overthinking. I can feel the vein in my head pulse hard and fast.

What can I do to help? Can I help?

Tsk. I decided to carry my ass up and go back to the clinic with the girls.

I stood and shook my thoughts away. As I did, flashes of the scenes that happened just kept flooding down on me. And that stupid question of Nicki's.

"So, where's your crush?" Someone asked creepily from behind. I nearly jumped in shock but was able to keep my cool.

"What the hell?" I hissed and turned around on my heels. "Oh, it's just you." I decided to keep my cool when I saw Trevor in front of me.

"Of course it's me, smartass." He joked, laughing out chuckles. "So, where's your crush?"

"What crush? I have no crush!" I defended myself, a little too quick for my liking.

"You know, that Joe guy." Trevor said, adding a tsk at the end.

"Joe? My crush? Where'd you get that news?" I laughed and started walking away. But the guy followed me with his heavy footfalls.

"I listened."

"Listened? From who?" I came into a pause and raised a brow at Trevor.

"You are talking about it just a while ago before the game and the whole incident with, who was that? Chloe?" he asked, clueless about who fell down the bleachers.

"It's Chloe." I corrected him, and when I realized what he truly meant, "wait, you were eavesdropping at our conversation?"

"No!" He innocently raised his hands up and chuckled. "Not like that!"

"Then what?"

"I just over heard it and suspected that maybe you really do crush on him since you seem to blush." He said all seriously then bursted out laughing. God, this guy's one of a kind. Crazy. A crazy freak.

"Me? Blush?"

He did this wait a minute hand motions and took his phone from his pocket. He typed something and looked at me.

"Blush, meaning to develop a pink tinge in the face from embarrassment or shame," he said as he read something from his phone. I gave him an are-you-serious look.

"Well, you sounded so scared while ago, like you were really trying to keep this crushing of yours a secret."

"I am not crushing on Joe! For pete's sake!"

"Someone's being defensive here." He teased. Grinning like an idiot he is.

"Whatever! This conversation is leading us nowhere." I said and walked away.

"Wait up!" He chased after me.

"What?" I glared at him in annoyance.

"Uhm, I was thinking, you wanna go and hang out?"