Forbidden Love

~ 39

“Why do we always meet like this?” I gulped in the coffee that was already cold, leaving it long enough on the table. Alex sat in front of me, his lips curved up into a small smile, his gaze fell on the black coffee he had just ordered. “It’s not funny. You just have to crash me like that everytime?”

“Wait, you’re saying I purposely did that?”

“You didn’t?” I squinted my eyes.

“Camila.”

“Alex.”

“Wait, why are we doing this?” He asked, leaning his back on the chair.

“What are we doing?”

“We’re arguing,” He pressed the words as if it should have been obvious to me.

“We are not!”

“See, you’re yelling.”

“I am n-” I stopped as I glanced over Rhea who was watching us back and forth. I cleared my throat. “Shut up.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “I’m not even talking.”

I folded my arms and laid my back on the chair. Why was I pissed, and why did he being so annoying? Every words that came out of him made me want to reply it with a tons of sarcasm, and I wanted him to be mad.

“Stop looking at me like that,” He muttered.

“Like what?” I glared coldly.

“Like that,” He sighed in frustration. "That glare."

“Why not?”

“Because,” He bit his lips. “Just because.”

“Really? Or does it make you feel guilty?”

He shifted his seat. “Why should I?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” I gave out a sarcastic smile. “Why should you?”

“We’re not doing this here,” He clenched his fist.

“Then, where? Back to that place where you left? Maybe then it would helps you remember,” I let it all out, I honestly wish I didn’t but he drove me crazy. I was crazy. My mind was crazy and I honestly didn’t know any other way to ask him. I just needed answers, and if he couldn’t find a way to start explaining then let me just do it.

But as I turned towards Rhea and she just looked at me like I was crazy (I actually was), I felt guilty. I shouldn't have done that in front of her, God I acted so childishly stupid. I honestly didn’t even know what had gotten into me to act that way. “I’m going to the bathroom.”

“Where are you going?” He looked up.

“That almost sounds like I didn’t just tell you where I’m going,” I glanced at him as he looked at me with frustration but I walked away before he could respond. Standing in front of the mirror, I closed my eyes. What is wrong with me? What was that all about?

I pulled the pipe and splashed my face with the cold water. Okay, Camila. Focus. Take it calmly. Say sorry. You can do it.

I took a deep breath and let it out. Yes, apologize. I should apologize. What I did was childish and wrong, plus not in front of Rhea. Apologize. Yes.

Grabbing my bag, I left the restroom and slowly made my way back to the table. Rhea was talking to Alex, I couldn’t catch what they were talking about from my distance, but Rhea let out a soft giggle. My heart instantly swarmed with butterflies, seeing her so happy. When I got there, I cleared my throat. Rhea went back to eating her waffles while Alex threw his gaze out through the windows. In other words, trying not to look at me.