Crushing Bad

Chapter 31

"Oh we were only joking," I let out an anxious chuckle, my frail attempt to brush the topic off without Sam noticing my internal nerve battle but then of course Ivan would audibly snort at me.

"Right," he shot me a malicious smirk. "We weren't supposed to tell him what we were talking about. Got it," he sent a mischievous wink in my direction before giving me a thumbs up causing Sam to raise a suspicious eyebrow at me.

I pressed my lips together in discomfort and then gave him a fake smile. "Alright. I'll tell you Sam," I cleared my throat.

"Ivan was just telling us about the kinds of things you used to do at parties," I continued after a few unbearable seconds, watching the smirk suddenly drop from Ivan's stupid face. "He also said that you are basically a spoilt douche," I lied jokingly.

Sam surprised me by abruptly shooting Ivan an unusual death glare. "What the fuck man? Why the fuck are you telling them about that dumb old stuff?" He growled indignantly.

Ivan took a step away from him, his expression that of absolute bewilderment at the moment as his eyes shifted from his figure to mine causing the victory smirk that had beginned to form on my lips falter because of his reaction.

"No. I-"

"I cannot believe you are discussing that shit with them, you asshole!" Sam clenched his jaw at him angrily and I furrowed my eyebrows at this. "And in front of Stacie? Are you fucking kidding me?!"

Wait. What?

"Bro. It was just...I didn't-" Ivan stuttered nervously as he fidgeted with his hands.

"Shut the fuck up!" Sam shouted infuriatingly and I thought I caught a tiny flicker of vulnerability on his features but it was gone too soon for me to be sure. "I trusted you," he croaked out in a whisper, his face reddening by the passing second. He looks absolutely betrayed.

Fuck, I had only made this up.

He gave Ivan one last violent glare before storming out of the room in a hurry. I blinked several times when the door slammed loudly right on our faces before bringing my attention to Ivan.

"You know?" He whispered, staring at me.

I shifted my weight on my other foot in confusion, watching his absolutely shocked expression gawk at my dumbfounded one as I continued to stand in front of him silently. "Know what?" I asked, alarmed.

Sudden realization hit his eyes causing the once terrified expression on his face to dissolve into an unreadable one. "Oh you just made that up by yourself, didn't you?" He asked knowingly.

"Um, yeah," I paused for a second before opening my mouth again. "I wasn't aware it was actually something," I added, my tone serious.

Ivan offered me a small nod, shoving his hands inside his pockets as a humourless smile started to etch on his mouth. "Of course you weren't," he blurted out.

I stayed quiet for a few moments, not knowing what I was supposed to say whilst trying to control my curiosity over this. He was now, just simply staring at his feet, being fully zoned out from what was happening.

"Ivan?" I asked in a low voice and he shook his head before looking up at me. "What is it? What did he used to do?"

He bit his bottom lip as if internally debating whether he should spill it to me or not. Then glanced at Stacie who had been standing beside me with a perplexed expression all this while.

"Nothing. I need to go," he muttered with his eyes on the floor and ambled out of the room as quickly as he could, involuntarily fueling my curiosity even more.