Loving Ivo [UNDER REVISION]

16. Digging Deep ✔️

"How long have you known Nash?"

I narrow my eyes at the man that claims he knows Nash from a while back. His arms folded as he looks at the list presented in front of him. There were questions on there that needed answers, and I was hoping he could answer them all.

They will be of assistance to me.

"This is ridiculous! What'd you plan on doing with my answers anyway?" He asked, and I rolled my eyes in annoyance.

"Not that it's any of your business, but Nash and I are together. He seems so...perfect and I want to know anything from his past because he won't tell me." I explain to him, folding my arms.

Except this dude looked annoyed by words, clearing his throat awkwardly.

"Maybe that's for a reason?" He said matter-of-factly, making me roll my eyes. "Knowing Nash, I know if he doesn't want to tell you something, it's for a good reason."

This guy was starting to piss me off. 

It's almost like he understands Nash more than me! And it's not like I've asked Nash to tell me about his past...I never got to it because I don't want to seem fishy.

The only way this will work is if I get others so that they don't twist it like he could... So that they can tell me the complete truth and it'll be obvious! Or is that the opposite?

"It's for a good reason!" I growl, making the guy raise his eyebrows.

"Which is?"

I roll my eyes, knowing I'm going to have to lie.

"Because. I was planning on setting up a little memoir for him and something special for our anniversary. To compare the two of us and all." I lie, the guy beginning to grin as he grabs the sheet.

"That's sweet. How long have you two been-?"

"You don't ask the questions, I do. Now, tell me. What was Nash like as a teenager?" I interrupt him, beginning to drink some soda in wait.

The guy snickers, looking off then back at me. Almost like he recalled something, something I need to know.

"Hmph. Nash...he was something else - no. Someone else, let me correct myself. It cracks me up still thinking on how much that guy has changed. I'm kinda getting jealous just thinking about how lucky he's been-."

"I don't care for how you feel, just tell me about how he was." I interrupt, getting annoyed with him and his face.

He begins to fiddle with his fingers, avoiding my eye contact. Probably because he's never met an Omega with so much confidence and power.

I know I'm great.

"Nash and I knew each other when we were teens. His parents weren't...the best and they didn't live in the best environment. All the kids we were around weren't the best and it rubbed off onto us." This dude ends up telling me, and most kids are easily following the crowd.

Not surprising, but Nash doing such a thing? Interesting on his part...

"How?"

"Well... We skipped school - a lot. We broke rules. Kinda slept around, but it was more me than him. But if I was able, I could convince him to sleep around here and there. There was even a time when we slept with a teacher so that we could get good grades!" He said proudly, making me sneer in disdain.