Create A Surreptitious Move

11|| The cover

"No." He replies.

"Fine, Beatrice...will you go out with me?"

"Yes." She replies, clearly trying to make him jealous.

This is so entertaining.

"What- you can't just..." Rocco says.

"I can do whatever I like. I don't know why you're so upset, you said it yourself you don't like me." Beatrice says.

"I do." He mumbles looking down at the table.

"What was that?" She asks. I know damn well she heard him, you can tell by the smug smile on her face.

"I said that I do like you." He says louder, this time looking at her when he says it.

"Ha ha, you said it first." She says.

"Ugh." He groans slamming his face on the table.

"Abigail, we're breaking up." Beatrice says.

"Get it girl." Abigail replies.

Beatrice tugs Roccos head up from the table and towards hers. They make out for a solid minute before sitting back in their chairs.

"So are you going to ask me out or what?" She says.

He rolls his eyes. "Do you want to go out with me?"

"Hm. I don't know, I just got out of a committed relationship a few minutes ago."

"Are you serious?" He replies.

"It's your own fault for not admitting it earlier, now you're going to have to earn it." She says.

"Fine. I will."

"So Cassie, is there anyone you're interested in, since you know all of our crushes?" Abigail asks.

Blaine.

Fuck no.

Why the hell did my mind go straight to him?

Well we know why, I'm attracted to him but still, fuck no.

Either way, it's not like I'm going to tell them that. While they're spilling a cup of tea, with that confession I'd be spilling a barrel.

I'm meant to hate him.

Why did I say meant? I do hate him.

That is the cover.......and the reality.

Why did I hesitate? I do hate him.

Fuck, I should probably speak.

"No, I don't." I state.

"How about Vincent? You seem to be around him a lot." Rocco asks.

"No, I don't like him like that." That's one thing I'm sure of.

"What about Blaine? You've known him years, surely you two have fucked." He says bluntly.

"Rocco." A wide eyed Beatrice scolds.

"What?" He asks. "It's just a question."

"No I haven't." I reply. "Have you?" I counter.

He's shocked at my response. "No. I'm straight and I have a girlfriend."

"Not yet you don't." Beatrice replies.

"So how long have you guys known Blaine?" I ask.

"Since I shot his father." Beatrice replies.

"What?" I say, dumbfound.

"Oh sorry, I forgot you're friends with them, please forget I just said that."