Love Easy [HANAHAKI] [BXB] ✓

EIGHTEEN

"If I were you," I say, glaring at him, "I'd explain just what the fuck is going on."

He doesn't look intimidated in the least by me, instead just standing there, lips pursed and hands in his pockets. He's swaying somewhat. I wonder if he's had something to drink. Or maybe he has to pee, I don't know.

"Dude, calm down, okay? Just hold on." And then he pulls out a pack of mints out of his pocket.

I swear I've never felt as homicidal as I do right now. This guy is so lucky my mom taught me self control.

I watch as he opens it and pours out what looks to be around four, popping them in his mouth and then putting it back in his pocket. I must look positively murderous because he seems to be a little taken aback at my expression when he looks at me again.

"Right, Hudson," he nods to himself, even snaps his fingers, "so I have a thing for this dude, actually, the one I was just-Luka, do you know him?"

He doesn't seem to actually care about my answer because now the blond is looking around, as if he just noticed the guy has left. He looks pretty disappointed, mostly like he wants to go find him. I am by no means letting that happen. He seems to get that, because he continues on.

"But the guy just wouldn't pay any kind of attention to me, you know?"

I narrow my eyes.

"So I was tellin' some of the swim dudes about it and Taylor was there, told me he was in kinda the same situ-" Tate blinks, "never mind. He agreed to help me out..."

I'm hit with a somewhat nauseous feeling, taking everything in, especially when-

Wait a second.

Hudson is in the same situation? I'm not stupid, Tate interrupting himself didn't cover his slip up. He just told me Hudson is in the same-Hudson likes someone that doesn't feel the same?

"He said, smart dude he is, that being in a fake relationship might make Luka jealous. I agreed immediately because, Jesus, have you seen him? He's hot as fuck."

I swear every word coming out of this guy is digging himself a deeper hole.

"What is he? Cuban? I think so. Sometimes he'd speak Spanish and I'd have absolutely no clue what he was saying. I guess the only downside is that he was so obsessed with astrology and the fuckin' moon that it would take up like 90% of our conversation-"

"Yeah!" I interrupt, eye twitching, "he's hot and likes space. Got it. Anything else?" So far the only thing this guy has told me that I didn't already know is that he and Hudson were fake dating.

And, well, evidently Hudson has eyes for someone else.

Yet another person to worry about. The roses seem to love this, considering I feel like they're going to burst out of my chest any second.

Tate has to be intoxicated somehow, there's no way he is always this sidetracked by everything. If so then kudos to Hudson because I can hardly stand this guy for five seconds, let alone the five minutes we've been talking.

"Wow, you're feisty. Like your- like fire. Like your hair."

I swear to god if I didn't know how to count to ten and tell myself my mom would be mad at me if I got arrested this guy would be a corpse and I'd be in the process of trying to hide him. My thoughts must show on my face, because he continues somewhat hastily;

"Um, he doesn't want you to know. So try not to bring it up? Or tell him I told you? Wait- why do you care so much anyway?"

For a moment I think about not answering him. Just turning on my heel and walking away, leaving him alone out here. However, even though this guy is infuriating beyond comprehension, I decide to answer because for one, he was never dating Hudson. Which counts for something. Also, he's been cooperative enough to earn some points from me.