Love, Romance And A Boy (bxb)

Part Six

Part Six

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Moving the last pieces of cake around my plate, it dawns on me: Elliot never loved me. Despite his repeated assurances, I foolishly believed every word.

God, how pathetic am I? To think he could have genuine feelings for me. That asshole used me, even taking my virginity!

"I can tell you're upset," Scott says, his gaze penetrating as he addresses me.

I roll my eyes in frustration. "You're with my sister. Can't you see how this will end?" I gesture vaguely, trying to illustrate the inevitable.

Scott chuckles softly, his dimples appearing familiarly in his cheek. "You worry too much. It's kind of cute. So, um..." He trails off, nodding towards the window. "There's a coffee shop just across the street. Want to join me?"

I eye him suspiciously. Is he asking me out for coffee? I wonder, quickly brushing off the thought. He's probably just looking for company.

Right?

"Or we could grab something to eat before we head out," he suggests, sensing my hesitation. "Spur? I remember it's your favorite."

Before he can say anything else, I nod reluctantly. Soon, we find ourselves in a cozy coffee shop. The aroma of fresh coffee beans swirls around us, strangely comforting, almost like being at home.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, savoring the aroma of the warm latte between my hands. When I open them, Scott's gaze is fixed on me so intensely it's almost unnerving.

"Can you stop staring?" I hiss playfully, taking a sip of my coffee. "It's rude to stare, you know. Or I might just have to gouge your eyes out with a machete."

Scott laughs, and despite myself, I find it endearing. I shiver slightly. Did I really just admit that I liked his laugh?

"You can make all the threats you want," he replies with a grin, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table. "But we both know you wouldn't do that. Besides, you'd miss me too much."

I scoff. "Did you come up with that line on your own, or did you copy and paste it from somewhere?"

"Oh, I never copy and paste," he retorts, his eyes still locked on mine. "Everything I say is original. Pure. You'd never understand, squirrel."

I raise an eyebrow, trying to hide the smile threatening to spread across my face. "Can you not call me that?" I say, half-serious. "It's not cute, and it doesn't suit me."

Scott's mouth drops open dramatically. "Did you just say squirrels aren't cute? What planet are you living on? Squirrels scream cute with their innocent-looking eyes!"

I can't help but laugh at his unexpected passion for squirrels. It's oddly endearing, seeing him talk about something he genuinely admires. His brown eyes sparkle as he explains, using exaggerated hand gestures to illustrate his points.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, I realize we should have left by now. I look up to tell him, only to find him staring at me again.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I ask, taking another sip of my latte to hide the flush creeping up my cheeks.

Scott stirs his coffee absentmindedly with his spoon, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Oh, nothing," he finally says, his gaze meeting mine. "Just admiring the view. As I've done all along."