“Okay. Thanks. Mila’s so excited.”
“So we’re all good, then?”
“Yeah.”
“Then, let’s have your dinner started.”
“Thank you.”
Eric flashes me one of those damn smiles, then leaves me in the bathroom. To be honest, I’m not sure why I’m in here. I just needed to get away from Jake and his comments.
I quickly wash my hands and head back into the main room. I climb back into my seat and my friend speaks.
“I knew it.”
“Mmm?”
“You like him. A lot.”
I sigh, knowing that there’s no point lying.
“Tell me something I don’t know.”
“You know he likes you, too, right?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Trust me. I know you both like the back of my hand.”
“Don’t flatter yourself…”
“I knew this would happen.”
“Is that why you kept trying to introduce us?”
“Maybe…”
“So I was right. You wanted to introduce us just to set us up.”
“Actually, I was hoping you’dreallyend up together, not just pretend. But I’ll make do with this for now.”
“You’re impossible.”
“You can thank me later,” Jake says.
I shake my head in exasperation.
Thank him? I should beat him up instead.
He has no idea what he’s started, and no idea of the repercussions this thing will have on all of us once it ends.
Because it will end.
Even though this is just pretend.
The pain it’ll cause will be real; and it’ll all be reserved for me.
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