The Bad Boy OR The Best Friend

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We have been sitting in my living room for the past five minutes, both of us trying to avoid eye contact. A loud audible breath breaks through my lips, making him snap his gaze towards me.

"How do you feel?" He asks, probably talking about my hangover.

"Fine." I give him an abrupt response.

His jaw twitches at that and I resist the urge to roll my eyes at him, because he has no reason to be pissed at me. Alright, well, waking up half naked in another guy's bed might be enough reason to make him mad, but even he must know that nothing went down between Evan and I.

"Do you want me to get you something, medicine or juice?" He asks, only stretching the awkwardness between us.

I shake my head, "Jay, I'm fine." I tell him, this time more persistently and he nods.

His tongue swirls down on his lower lip, the stud immediately distracting me as he keeps his gaze on the coffee table. When he does look up, my eyes are on his mouth so I look away, blood rushing to my cheeks. I hate that I blush so easily.

"You didn't pick up my call or reply to my texts." He begins and I gulp, nodding.

"I needed time."

That makes him frown, "For what?"

Suddenly I wish that we weren't sitting on the same couch, because I'm sure he can close the distance whenever he wants, and that makes a little anxious because I don't want any distractions while we talk. But we have a lot of space between us. I'm sitting with my legs folded underneath me on one end of the couch, facing him while he's just facing the television.

"To think about everything."

"Well, are you done thinking?"

I take a deep breath, keeping my tone in check as I rub my temples, "I don't know what to think. I'm confused." I tell him honestly.

He turns a little so that he's looking at me, "What are you confused about?"

"This whole thing we have going on, about everything."

"You're doubting the fact that we are in a relationship?" He asks, sounding hurt, which makes it even harder as I continue to look at his face that is drawn up in a deep scowl.

"What the hell am I supposed to do? I haven't hidden anything from you, Jay. I told you on our first date where my past relationships stand. You already knew about my feelings before you even kissed me, so please enlighten me that how the hell are we having so many problems?" I snap, not being able to control it anymore.

He fists his hand as he stares at me, "We were fine, everything was fine. I have no idea why are you letting Caitlyn come between us? She fed you bullshit, and you let her."

"Alright, fair enough. Let me keep aside whatever the hell your crazy ex-girlfriend told me. Now, tell me, why did you not tell me about Stacey?" I ask, looking right into his eyes.