My Bestfriend's Other Bestfriend

Chapter 3

(Kayla Rushton)

We both hated each other and everybody knows that. Having him is already a torture. But girl shopping is too much for me. Steph wanted to hang out with both of us and at the same time do her shopping.

Seriously, my feet is going numb if we don't take a rest. I saw him looking away. I bet he was having a bad day as mine. Hey, the feelings are mutual. I take off my eyes of him and search for the grinning girl at the corner. She was holding a red dress which probably the seventh time for today if she ever buy that thing.

"What are you going to do with that?" I asked her. "Are you going to be a red dress collector?"

She pouted. And I raised an eyebrow at her. Gosh, now she was mumbling like a little girl who can't buy her own toy.

I asked her with the what is wrong with you look. She sighed and put it back. This girl is making me crazy.

Everybody thinks I'm a bossy bestfriend to her. But she needed that. Or else she wouldn't be an artist by now. She get tricked easily reminded me of an illegal recruiter that almost got her.

"Still as strict as the old one, huh?" that voice coming from my back stunned me. It gives shivers to my spine and making my chest heavy to breathe. He's here? Of all the places, why here?

Steph who was busy looking at some stuff was the one who turned around.

"Hey, Anderson! Long time no see," I heard from her. It was really him. Should I run now? No, that was not me. I am not a coward girl. I should just face that dude who broke my precious heart for leaving me.

I slowly turned around. I was actually hesitant to do that. He was the same old him. With his brown wavy hair, perfect jawline and hot looking body. I literally froze at the moment I met his eyes gazing unto mine.

I was coward, there, I admitted it the reason why I looked away as soon as possible. The past is rushing into my stupid brain making me feel the pain I had gone through.

Yes, I still haven't move on from that Carl Playboy/Bad boy Anderson. He was the one who left me but still my feelings are the same.

I hate the way I love him.

As I looked away, I saw John glanced at me. He must have notice that weird moment I had there. His hands were slipped into his pocket and cool as ever. I decide to change direction.

"Hey, John didn't know you were here also," Carl said.

"I was hanging out with the girls," simply said by him.

They greeted each other like I was invisible. I really wish I was invisible for him not to notice that I was here.

"Hi," he looked at me with a smile. What should I do? He was talking to me. He was the last person I wanted to talk to.

Be strong, I keep reminding myself. I put myself together. "Hi," I barely said that.

"How are you?" he asked normally like we never a messy past relationship. Is mocking me? What is his point of doing that?

"Ah-ahhh. I'm fine. I'm doing a great job," I stuttered. Why am I being nervous and conscious all of the sudden when he was the one owe me an explanation. "I need to go."

I immediately left faster than the wind. I can't take it much longer. He is suffocating me. I've heard Steph asking something but I was too busy running away from him.

I was running towards the exit. All the pain is crushing me. I couldn't help it but to say that I still want him.

Yes, me, Tiffany Kayla Rushton, hate to admit it that I was a strong person outside but show weakness inside.