Page 67 of Clueless Romeo

Caleb blew out a long breath. "You're mad. I get it. I shouldn't have walked out, okay? But we've never really had secrets from each other, and that was a pretty fucking big one, don't you think? You and Roman are—or at least were—a thing, and you didn't tell me?"

He sounded serious for once, but the fact remained that he'd still left me standing there alone with my humiliation. "It wasn't your business."

"And I get that. I do. But I wish you felt like you could talk to me. It took me by surprise, but the way I acted was wrong."

When I glanced at Caleb, he was staring at me with sincerity in his eyes. I was hurt, but there was no telling how I'd react if the shoe was on the other foot. "Don't worry about it. It's not a big deal."

He shook his head. " But it is. So, does this mean you're gay like Arch? What about the chicks you banged in high school and college?"

I rolled my eyes because apparently, it was one or the other to my twin. "I'm bisexual, Caleb. It is a thing, you know."

At the admission, a weight lifted off my shoulders, though the words were foreign on my tongue. There was no use in denying it anymore.

The stool squeaked beneath his weight as he leaned forward, crossing his arms on the counter. "Of course, I know that, ass. Why didn't you tell me?"

"'Cause you have a big mouth," I answered honestly. "And I wasn't sure I'd ever tell anyone. But then Roman—"

"Shoved his fat dick—"

"Caleb!" I barked, cheeks on fire. "Shut the hell up."

He raised both hands in surrender. "Fine. I was just trying to understand. Jeez. Calm your tits."

"See? This is why I didn't tell you. And no, it wasn't like that. It was more than sex. We had just decided, or at least he pretended to decide, that we'd give us a real try and tell people. But…" I shrugged. Saying Roman had bailed like his ass was on fire lodged a lump of disappointment in my throat.

Caleb tilted his head, studying me. "He hurt you."

Again, I shrugged. Roman had done more than fucking hurt me. He'd torn my heart to shreds. I couldn't tell Caleb that, but it appeared I didn't need to.

Caleb's jaw clenched. "Want me to kill him?" An unexpected laugh burst from my lips, and he scowled. "I'm serious. You may have to help hide the body, though."

"You're ridiculous." I blew out a defeated breath. "No, don't kill him. If he doesn't want to be with me, I'm not going to beg. And he's not worth going to prison for."

Caleb tapped his fingers on the counter, thinking before he spoke. When had he become capable of that? "How did I not pick up on any of this? We're supposed to have that twin telepathy or something. How did I miss this about you?"

"Because you're a self-absorbed asshole?" I suggested, cocking my brow.

"That's fair. But I'm here if you need to talk." Caleb swiped his messy hair away from his forehead. "So about pizza. Pepperoni? I think I could go for a supreme."

My eyebrows shot high in surprise. "That's it? You're just cool with me being into guys?"

Caleb looked at me, puzzled. "Am I supposed to be anything else?"

"I don't know," I replied as I shoved my phone into the pocket of my stonewash jeans and crossed my arms over my chest. "I expected more badgering."

Caleb slouched back on the stool again, lazily lifting one shoulder. "Both my twin and our bestie, Arch, are into dick-on-dick action…" He tilted his head from side to side. "Or asshole and dick—which I can relate to as long as it's my dick. Nothing really there to explain." I sighed, and Caleb flashed a smart-ass grin. "Look, I don't care if you dick down every dude in Atlanta. I just thought you'd tell me. I'm your twin. But I get why you didn't. "

"If you hadn't walked in when you did, I might have told you." I couldn't swear to that, but it was a possibility if Roman and I had actually become a thing. But Roman had flat-out lied to my face about wanting to publicly be with me.

It was fine, because I deserved better. Except I wasn't fine with that at all. My thoughts and feelings were a tangled mess when it came to him. Except one. I was mad as hell at him. I could feel the anger welling up inside me and I needed out of the damn shop. "I'm going to go grab the pizza. Did you decide what you want?"

Luckily, Caleb seemed to take the hint that I wanted to end the conversation and swiped his phone from the counter. "I'll call in the food. Why don't you grab a ball and go work off the tension? It's rolling off you in waves. I can hold down the shop."

If there had been a single customer in the store, I would have turned down the offer. But my mind was racing, and unfortunately, Caleb knew me better than anyone. Playing some ball was the only thing that would ground me and set my world right again. Still, I asked, "Are you sure you can handle everything?"

Caleb shot me a scowl. "There is literally nothing to do here, and if there's one thing I know how to do better than anything, it's nothing."

I closed my eyes, wondering if he had the slightest clue how that sounded out loud, true or not. "You'll call or text if you need me."

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