I almost choked on the smoke that’s inside in my lungs as he said those words. Is he serious? I analyzed his face, checking if he’s joking or what but nothing. He is serious. Wow! I did not expect that. Still, I couldn’t believe it.
“I thought you cheated on her?” I’m completely confused. If he’s gay, was Blondie lying to me? Or was this asshole lying?
“I did. I cheated on her with a guy.” He casually said. This explains everything, why he can stand shopping with Blondie, why they’re still friends, why her parents is okay with him sleeping in the same room with her. I understand now. Oh god! Am I his type? This would explain all those questions he’s been asking me.
I scooted away from him.
He laughed. “Relax, you’re not my type. Besides, I have a boyfriend back home.”
I sighed. But still, I don’t want to take any chances.
“So? Are we good now? You don’t want to chop my head off or something? Because I knew you didn’t like me the moment you opened that door.” He continued. “Feel free to tell that to your friends too. I can feel their glares while I was talking to your girl friends.”
I nodded. I’m actually feeling guilty, for the way my mind violently plotted his demise, for how I called him fucking Edward. I should call him Edward from now on.
“I’m glad you told me.” I said. “Oh… uhm… I think you should know… I’ve been calling you fucking Edward since you’ve arrived. Sorry.”
He chuckled. “It’s okay… I understand. You’re driven with jealousy ever since I arrived.”
“It’s that obvious?” I asked.
“Yeah. The stalking at the mall, pretending to know how to cook…”
“Wait? You knew I was following you at the mall?” I said in disbelief.
“Of course! You’re quite hard to miss; tall guy, wearing a cap and a moustache, always in the same place as Chloe and I.” He chuckled.
I face palmed. “Shit!”
“Don’t worry, Chloe doesn’t know. I didn’t tell her.”
I sighed. “Thanks man.”
“You really like her don’t you?”
“Yeah.” I smiled.
“I wasn’t the one you were supposed to be keeping an eye at.”
“What do you mean?” I furrowed my brows.
“That friend of yours, James.” He pointed at him talking to Blondie. “He’s the one you should be worried about. He obviously likes her.”
“Nah. I’m not too worried about that.”
“You should be.” He warned.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
He didn’t answer my question, he just smiled.
“Hey birthday girl.” James is smiling as he walked towards me.
“Thought you said you weren’t going to celebrate.” He asked. Even though he isn’t around school these past few days due to a project he’s working on, we’ve been talking on the phone. We hadn’t lost communication after our second date. Of course none of our friends know that, I only told Edward. I was planning to tell Andy after Ed left for London tomorrow; I’ll need someone to talk to.
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