Suho and the sea

Eleven

As Chanyeol leads me inside he's smiling, but it was more of a cocly smile than one of being happy. I'm ready to run out to punch wither lauren or callie, i'm fuming. I feel like I'm ready to kill: "I'm not going to lie, I thought you'd hit her." And I shook my head, because I was close to do so.

"I hate him, I hate her, I hate them." I confess as I sit down, on the couch and lean my head at the back of the couch. "I'm exhausted." He sits down next to me, the kiss between us seems like forever ago and I know it was less than an hour ago. We sit in silence for a while before Chanyeol looks at me at me and says: "can you tell me how you ended up with him in first place, so i understand."  I inhale as I nod, of course currently id like to understand my life choices.

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4 years ago;

I walk inside the packed restaurant; I saw my boyfriend surrounded by his classmates, mine were a bit further away. Of course, Dylan wouldn't sit with them. My boyfriend and I aren't in the same faculty, but he had managed to convince his classmates to come to this restaurant because it was where I wanted to go. And when his friends heard that they almost insisted on going there too. His friends liked me, and Dylan didn't like that. It's easy to say that Dylan wasn't my perfect match. He wasn't very devoted, and his studies were more important than mine or me unless we were among people, than he had to keep face.

I also know if I chose to sit next to my classmates instead of him, I wouldn't hear the end of it. I walk over and sit down at the empty seat next to him. When I approach them, the boys light up and wave, they are already drunk, while I who just got there had spent some time with my parents who were visiting. Dylan turns and smiles and helps me with my coat before he turns back to his friends. I take two chopsticks and start to dig through his plate and eat a little. He's fully invested in talking about the test and next year, while I sit there quiet, which he prefers.

When the chair pulls out in front of me. "Hi, Lee." I smile at him, as I can tell, Dylan is finally paying attention to me: "Why are you not sitting with us?" He asked brightly, "I should spend some time with.." Dylan interjects, "Me." I sigh and smile as his friends watch us intently. "But you could care less. She's here." Lee said. Lee and I have gradually become good friends, and who was I to deny that he's a freaking dreamboat? He's smart, he's funny, he's kind. And he sees me in ways I think Dylan should. This also makes Lee dangerous.

"Excuse me?" Dylan says, annoyed as one of his friends speak in the background: "Aigo." Lee plays with a glass in front of him: "She's been here a good 20 minutes." He states: "How do you know?" Dylan throws back: "Because no one missed her stepping in here, but you." He said, and Dylan looks like he's had it already; "You don't know anything about our relationship." Dylan almost snarls. "I know you don't appreciate her unless she needs you to look good." I hadn't said that to Lee, I was surprised he felt like I did.

"How about we make a bet." Lee said, and places his elbows on the table: "And what are the stakes?" Dylan says, annoyed by Lee's mere existence, and looks at me like I'll get an earful tonight. "Lily, she's the stake," Lee said, I had just picked up a glass to drink, and I nearly choked at his words. I look at him in disbelief. "What you mean?" Dylan says, still very annoyed and places his hand on my thigh. As Lee instead hands me a napkin, to help me clean up.

"I win, she's mine." I watch Lee, who winks at me: "What the fuck, are you cheating on me?" Dylan almost yells makes everyone now look at us. "Clearly, you don't know your girlfriend."

Lee snarls standing up: "I know her-" Dylan throws back: "Well, okay, Lily can come up with questions and..." Now I finally speak I slam my hand against the table; "I'm not a price." Dylan could care less about what I said, and Lee actually looked worried. He bows his head; "I'm sorry." He apologizes. While Dylan gives him a look, "Babe just come up with ten questions, and let me beat his ass." Dylan says all cocky, and for the first time, taking a stance. "Okay, the winner gets to date me, and the loser will walk away?" I ask as I pull out a paper from my bag as Lee hands me a pen.