“Look, get her out of your head.
“It’s just that I’m drawn to her.”
Right.
“Bang another one, this the place is full of girls,” I spat, while the chick all over me kept asking me questions that I had no intention of answering.
“Get her out of my head, James? That’s easy for you to say.” Will smiled.
I do it easily because it’s easy.
“But still, who’s that dick talking to her?” I asked when I noticed a stranger approach her.
“I don’t know. I’m gonna find out.”
I shrugged, but I couldn’t get rid of the bad feeling forming in the pit of my stomach.
William had already disappeared into the crowd, so I hurried up and joined him.
“What the fuck are you doing? Do you want to scare her?” I stopped him before he could go farther.
At first he looked at me bewildered, then he composed himself and beckoned me.
I heard the girl I was dancing with whine. She was attractive, so sexy that she probably wasn’t used to being ditched in the middle of the dance floor.
“What is it, Will?”
“If hypothetically—” I recognized that look. It was the one he had when he had started to obsess over something. He could do that with races, with Ari, but not with her.
“No, Will.”
“Let’s say I want her back.”
I rolled my eyes and put an end to his pointless deliberations with a curt sentence.
“But you don’t want her.”
“Okay, but let’s say I do. What should I do, James?”
Was he really asking me? Someone he didn’t trust because he was afraid I could take her right before his eyes?
Sometimes, Will left me speechless, like he had the other night. Did he really have to kiss Ari, after throwing those fits of jealousy in front of me over the princess?
“Ignore her,” I retorted scornfully.
All this chatter with William had just reminded me that I needed alcohol.
“I already ignored her. Now what?”
“That’s not true,” I grumbled.
“Now what, James?” he demanded.
“And now fucking nothing. Will. It doesn’t seem to me like you’re capable of handling this situation. Maybe you don’t understand this, but she doesn’t seem like the type who wants to be anyone’s second choice.”
“What do you mean? Look, it can’t work between me and Ari—”
“And who would’ve told you that? Ari? Do you still believe what that pathological liar tells you?”
