“I told the two lovebirds downstairs not to tell you I was here,” he says with a fake evil laugh.
Little shit. He knows I hate surprises; I always have. Why are you trying to give me a heart attack? Like what's the actual motive for surprises?
“Dickhead,” I say, pouncing on the bed and hitting his chest with my weight.
“Ow!” He groans out. “Is this how you treat someone who brought you these …” he pulls out a bag full of Mini-Reese’s pieces hidden under my black cotton duvet.
I look at the snacks dreamily and move off his chest. “When I said dickhead, I really meant darling.”
Intrusions are more welcome when they come with gifts, especially my favourite chocolates.
“Yeah.” He scoffs, laughing and leaning back into my pillow, his arm behind his head.
“What are you doing here anyway? Movie night is tomorrow,” I say plopping a piece of chocolate into my mouth.
“Well, I had a date around here at that bowling alley, so I thought I might as well come over.”
Is everyone going on dates today besides me? What is in the air? It's November, not really the season of love, so what is this behaviour?
“How was it?” I ask curiously and his face doesn't give the best impression.
“Boring, as usual.” He sighs heavily. “I swear, sometimes I think I'll never find love.”
Aryan has a propensity for being dramatic. Then again, most of his dates this year have been either very bad or just boring, so he might have a point there.
“Yes, you will, and if you don't, I'll stay single with you obviously.” I assure him, patting his hands.
He smiles brightly. “How was your day? You were tutoring Juliette again, right?”
“Yeah.” I nod awkwardly and he gives me a suspicious look.
Now’s the time. I could hide this from him; I mean clearly, Juliette and I have just recently come up with some sort of unspoken deal. But I can't just hide that from my friends, they know me too well; they'd figure it out anyway.
“Juliette and I kissed…again.” I blurt out and his eyes widen in response.
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“What happened after?” he questions curiously, inching forward while stuffing his face with chocolate.
He's being so casual about it even though a few days ago, I almost bit his and Victoria's heads off for insinuating that I like Juliette. I'm grateful that he's being so casual though, I know when I tell Victoria she will be too.
“We kind of agreed that we like kissing each other… but that's it,” I say, leaning into my pillow while playing the events in my head.
I feel like her lips will be on mine forever; imprinted permanently. I could scrub a million times and even pour burning hot water on my lips, but I could never remove the remnants of her.
I don't think I want to.
“So, no strings?” he asks, raising his eyebrows.
“Obviously not. I hate her,” I say, huffing. “Plus, she doesn't even like girls.”
The words leave a bitter taste in my mouth, but I push it away, mostly because I can't dwell on it any longer. Juliette's sexuality is her own business and I don't care.
“You really believe that?” he asks, quirking an eyebrow as he gives me a 'really?' look.
Do I? I'm not sure, but his words make me realize something scary, terrifying even.
