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Lyssa
The audacity of this man. I'm jealous, yeah, but I didn't act on my jealousy. Well, not outright. Was I flirting with another guy, sure, but I didn't storm over to him and demand to know why he had another woman hanging off his arm. All the while, he follows me into a bathroom, cornering me, jealous himself because he saw me flirting with another guy. And now, because he thinks he has the upper hand and is calling me out on my jealousy, he has the balls to stand in front of me smiling like he won something. That smile that would on any other day have me going weak at the knees. Not today, though. No, today, all it is doing is making me want to punch him square in the face. My hands have even balled into fists at my side, but before I allow myself to do so, I take a deep breath and center myself. The same calmness coming over me that did the day I walked out on my wedding, and instead of sucker punching the man in front of me, I scoffed at him, moving, so I was more in his space. This forced me to look up at him, but it also made him have to drop his hands from either side of me, so he was no longer trapping me between him and the wall.
"Jealous, says the man who followed me into the bathroom. Why, because I was flirting with another man. Hate to break it to you, but I have every right to flirt with whoever I want, because, as you like to remind me, 'I don't do relationships'. "
I did my best to imitate the way he talks as I quoted him. It wasn't the best imitation, but I wasn't aiming for perfection. Either way, it must have hit home because his triumphant smile disappeared from his face, leaving him with a scowl and a muscle in his jaw jumping as he clenched his teeth shut. The two of us stood there for a good minute or so glaring at each other before deciding I was done.
"Get out so I can do what I came in here to do."
Making an annoyed sound, he turned and stormed out of the bathroom, slamming the door as he went. Locking the door, I took care of my needs before following him out. As I walked out of the bathroom, I was surprised to find Emilia standing outside the door. Her attention was not on me as I stopped beside her. Still, she held her keys out for me as if she already knew I wasn't going to stay. Taking them from her, I watched what she was watching, Goose being pulled off Bug, the guy I had been flirting with. Rolling my eyes, I shook my head and started to walk away from Emilia, her voice making me stop for just a moment.
"Give me a few minutes to let my dad know I am leaving, then you and I…."
Her sentence was cut off by some yelling from the guys. Both our attentions were pulled back over to the group as Goose must have gotten himself free from the guys that pulled him away from Bug to get another hit in, as he was now being pulled back again, and Bug was now holding his nose as blood seeped through his fingers. Sighing, I didn't wait for Emilia to finish what she had been going to say, instead deciding to make my way outside and wait in her car. My wait wasn't long before she was pulling her car door open and climbing in. Neither of us said anything until she pulled her car out onto the main road.
"Want to explain what the hell all that was about?"
Glancing over at me, she watched me for a few seconds before turning her attention back to the road. Shrugging, I shook my head.
"I don't know."
Jerking the wheel, she pulled her car off onto the shoulder of the road and slammed on her brakes before throwing her car into park and turning her whole body so she was looking at me.
"That's bullshit. The guys don't fight like that unless one of them has overstepped the boundaries of another brother."
Sighing, I sank into my seat.
"Well, neither of them has a reason to fight. So I don't know."
"Well, from the looks of what I saw, they will disagree with you. And whatever happened started with whatever the hell happened in that bathroom."
"AGH," I pushed myself back up in my seat and turned to face her. "What happened in the bathroom was Goose following me in because he saw me talking with Bug and had a chip on his shoulder because of it. To which I pointed out he had a woman hanging off his arm not even a few minutes before, so he had no right to call me out for being jealous, especially when he and I aren't technically together, as he likes to remind me he doesn't do relationships."
Jerking her head back, both her eyebrows disappeared into her hair. Holding both her hands up, she stared at me wide-eyed.
"Wow, hold on. First of all, are you talking about the woman who was standing with him when we first walked in tonight?"
I nodded, "Yes."
Laughing, she shook her head.
"Okay, that was his mother. Second, I thought the two of you only hooked up that one time?"
Well, now don't I feel stupid. No wonder he was smiling the way he was. Asshole could have told me that was his mom. Still doesn't change things as far as everything after that. He and I still aren't together in that way. Dosn't change my answer to what was clearly another question.
"Not quite. After that first night, he came back the next night and stayed over, leaving before you got back home from your brothers. Same with every other night, you have not been home all night, or you stayed out late. Only on those nights he leaves before you wake up."
"Wow, hold on. He has slept over multiple times over the last month? And you don't think the two of you are together?"
Sighing, I shook my head.
"No, we are not together. That was made clear from the get-go. Besides, we don't go out on dates, and no one but you knows the two of us have been hanging out."
Shaking her head, she turned back around in her seat, put the car back in gear, and pulled back onto the road.
"Oh girl, I think the two of you need to revisit the conversation of where you stand. You are way past no strings attached."
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