“Let’s see, after your little jealousy fit inside the club, because youloveme and can’t stand to see me dancing with someone else,” I roll my eyes at that made-up story… “Amanda got hold of me, and you decided to announce to the whole village that we’re dating.” He places his hand behind his back, grinning and happy with himself, and my heart drops.
Jealousy fit? Me?We’re dating?!
“Well, everyone could see I wasn’t in my right mind, so West, sorry to burst your bubble, but we’re over. Goodbye.”
He laughs and settles even more into the couch.
“Yeah, no, you can’t take it back.” He states matter-of-factually. “Pretty much all of the gossip teens heard us. Wehaveto do it.”
“Are you- No, wedon’t.” I look at him as though he’s dumb. “Neverin a million years would we date-”
“Jesus, okay, I would be a fantastic boyfriend, but go on…” He acts all irritated, and I proceed.
“We don’t owe them anything. It was just something stupid that came out of my mouth; it can’t be taken seriously.”
“Ah, so I shouldn’t take anything that comes out of your mouth seriously, then?”
I throw another pillow in his direction and fall on the couch.
“This isn’t happening.” I state, and he looks bemusedly at me.
“Well, good luck with that, because everyone officially thinks we’re dating, and I don’t know how you are getting us out of this one.”
He’s so annoying.Yes, I did create this problem, but should I find a solution? It came out. As simple as that. Why can’t everyone just have amnesia and forget about it?
“Wait, what if…”
“Oh no. No no. We’re done. Whatever this is.”
“Brown, just put your hate for me on pause for a second and listen.”
I stand still, arms crossed, staring at his flustered self. That is pretty rare coming from him. It’s amusing, really.
“Your lie actually helps me. I can make Amanda jealous in a way she never has been because I would be datingyou.” He schemes before my eyes, and I’m not gonna lie, pissing off Amanda is really rewarding, but having to spend every day with him is probably more than my mental health can bear.
“So you want to use me.”
“Well, you used me first.”
“I wasn’t thinking!”
“Yeah, and because of your damaged brain cells, we’re stuck together.” He scrunches up his nose with a know-it-all attitude.
“Oh, I wish I hadn’t done anything and just let you be miserable!” I groan in such frustration. These words are harsh, but he doesn’t seem to care. Actually, he’s smiling a too gigantic smile.
I still shake my head, sayingnoin every possible way to get it into his thick skull. His thick skull has an allergy to my words.
“Just think about it.” He sings with too much amusement, like he knows I’m going to say yes. He can dream on.
“Reduce your dreams and hopes to negative numbers, West.” I throw, leaving it as our goodbye.
I get up and head to the kitchen, just making faces alone.
He’s crazy. Never evereverwould I get into a fake relationship with him. Ever.
14
Plan To Fail
