Crushing Bad

Chapter 44

"What the fuck? Travis dumped Mia?!" He raised his voice in shock and I let out a frustrated sigh. "But she doesn't have any feelings for me. She was drunk and hurt for god's sake. He's literally got everything and this is what he decides? Over a misunderstanding?"

"Wow he's dumb," he added and gave me a humourless look. "I thought a hell lot about everything. I couldn't even sleep. What happened wasn't anyone's fault. Mia doesn't deserve any of this. It was an 'in-the-moment' thing and I kinda get it. People make mistakes. He could have taken some time apart from her but what is this? He should know she wouldn't have even touched me if she didn't think Travis and her were over."

I started to rub my forehead while he continued. "Whatever, he'll come back to her though. I know it, there's no way he's actually that stupid because he wouldn't want me to take-"

"Ugh, everything is so complicated. Everyone is so complicated. My head hurts," I closed my eyes and groaned.

He stopped talking and gave me a concerned look. "All this drama for what seriously," he let out an overtired sigh. "Not gonna lie, when Mia kissed me I literally died because of how unexpected it was," he snorted, absentmindedly making circles on the bar shelf with his finger.

"I bet. She thinks you're mad at her by the way."

"Well I kind of was for a while but then I realized how unfair that was. I was the one who touched her hand like that first and didn't stop her from kissing me even though I was sober. I'm to be blamed too," he pointed out as a matter of fact.

We both sat in comfortable easy silence for a few minutes before a thought that had been bothering me from a while struck my mind again. This was probably not a bad time to discuss that with him. Who knows when we'll get a time like this to talk? "I actually wanted to uh, ask you something..." I started with an agitated expression and watched as his gaze intensified.

"What?" He asked.

"Trust me, I tried to ignore this as much as I could but this thing is literally bothering me too much and I can't hold it in anymore. I need to know what's the deal about it. It's kind of weird and I might be wrong but uh," I ran a hand through the strands of my hair nervously.

"You're making me anxious. What is it?" He demanded reluctantly.

"Okay so I'm just gonna straight up say it," I took a deep breath and he quickly nodded back in response. "Does uh Vance.......like me or something?" I bit my lip, feeling an apprehensive expression etch on my features.

"What? Um, of course he does, I thought it was pretty obvious. Who doesn't? Well, except Abigail but who cares about what she thinks," he shrugged, a stupefied expression on his face.

"No, I mean...'like' like me," I swallowed and watched his eyes widen at my statement when he realized what I actually meant. He opened his mouth and closed it, then opened it again and closed it again before suddenly throwing an alarmed look my way.

"What the- FUCK NO! Who told you that?" He screamed.

"I don't know! He's just been acting so fucking weird around me since the night we slept together in the same bed. And then everytime YOU would see us together, you'd start acting so weird and suspicious too! I don't know. I am so confused!"

The unexpected sounds of his sudden amused laughs filled the air around us and I glanced at him dubiously to see that he infact was snickering. Soon his animating chuckles transformed into breathless coughs and I shook my head disgruntledly when he started to rub his eyes. "Why are you laughing at this? This isn't funny, Aaron," I hissed grouchily.

"It's just your face, I-" he continued to cackle at my confused expression and I folded my arms across my chest, getting more infuriated by the passing second.