Page 60 of Obsessed with the Heartbreaker

Our best friend had been getting more and more relaxed with himself ever since he started dating Travis—Boxer bad boy, recently graduated. He’d always felt the pressure of being the perfect Prince, as people liked to call him, but seeing him now, how relaxed he had become, how okay he was with not being liked by his Professors or being their favorite, was something to behold.

Even Eliot was doing amazing. He had just switched his major, a decision that hadn’t come without hardship, but we were all supporting him in chasing his History-filled dreams, no one more so than his boyfriend.

And me?

I was chasing dreams of my own.

I just hoped that in a year, I might feel as relaxed and satisfied as my best friends did.

Conversation ebbed and flowed, and we got talking about the things Eliot overheard the students in his class talking about, which seemed both fascinating and horrifying to him. Apparently, some of them liked toLARP, by which he meant they liked to role-play Lord of the Rings scenes, and from his face I could already tell that he was both shocked and jealous that he was just finding out about this. I could already see that in no time, he’d stop acting like he cared nothing for it and would eventually get Scott and me to accompany him to one of these events, which…wasn’t the worst thing in the world.

But you know. We’d let Eliot come to terms with it on his own.

“Well,Iheard from a girl in my study group that Ant here was involved in drama the other night at the frat party.”

“What?”Eliot glared at me. “And you let us find out from other people?”

“There was no drama.”Lies. “It was nothing. Not worth mentioning.”

They both eyed me suspiciously. Even if my face didn’t betray me most of the time, they’d known me almost twenty years—as I had them. It was hard to keep secrets from each other.

“Are you and Henry getting chummy again? Like in the old days?”

He sounded like it had beenthirtyyearsago, and not three.

But thankfully, he only thought we’d beenfriends, which made it all too easy to say, “Yes, El. I, in fact, like to cuddle Henry all night, and he’s told me that he’s vying to steal your title as my best friend.”

“Ha. As if he could.”

Scott laughed, almost falling backwards, and my grin was already hurting my cheeks. As sassy and grumpy as Eliot could be, he was also quite protective of us.

“Don’t get jealous if Ant gets a new friend. You’re making new friends, too,” Scott told him.

They started talking about something else, something I didn’t catch, because right then, I caught sight of none other than the Heartbreaker across the lawn, looking in my direction.

He was alone, hair fluttering in the breeze, and even from far away I could see the playful tilt of his eyebrow.

My insides fluttered.

Don’t get the wrong idea.

“I just remembered I have something to do,” I said, getting up and brushing away the grass sticking to my jeans.

“What? Just now?”

“Yep. I’ll see you later in the apartment.”

It was a good thing that I was walking away from them, because the too-eager expression on my face would have given away that something was up.

I was already way too deep when it came to Henry.

But there was no way out now.

It’s just three months.

I’d survive.

Chapter 18

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