Page 93 of Love Me Like It's Real
But it doesn’t mean anything. It doesn’t mean he’s not here to break my heart some more. And I can’t let it happen again. Not again.Neveragain.
“Hayworth!”
“How did you find me?”
“Huh?” He looks around, and as if he remembers himself, he continues. “I saw you heading east so I assumed. I got a cab out here and saw your car.”
“You should get out.”
“No, I’m not going anywhere.”
“Fine,” I say and throw the bat to the floor and walk out of the bus.
Or try to.
Felix grabs me by the arm and squeezes it and renders me immobile whether I like it or not.
“Can you tell me why you’re upset?” he asks in a calm, cool and collected tone that makes me sick to the stomach. If he doesn’t even know what he’s done wrong he’s no better than Jack.
“You know why!” I huff and take the goggles off so he can see my eyes crystal clear.
He shakes his head. “I don’t think I do,” he says. “We…we’re fake dating, aren’t we?”
His words take my breath away.
Is that all I’ve been for him? A fake date? A fake everything.
“We are.” I somehow find the strength to say.
“Okay. So why are you upset?”
I let out a long angry exhale and he chuckles.
“You think this is funny?”
“No,” he says but his chuckle turns into laughter. “No. It’s not. I’m sorry.” He takes a deep breath and composes himself. “It’s not funny. But…just admit it.”
“Admit what?”
“That you’re falling in love with me,” he says, rolling his eyes.
I pull away from his touch and step back, trying to find the words. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh please, Hayworth. If you weren’t falling in love you wouldn’t be so mad right now.”
“I’m mad because…because…”
Shit. Whatever I say I’m only going to prove him right.
“So what if I am? It doesn’t matter anyway. You clearly don’t feel anything for me or you wouldn’t have gone to the Valentine Tag or kissed someone. So why do you care if I’m mad?”
Felix laughs again and shakes his head as if in disbelief.
“This isn’t funny!” I grumble.
“No, you know what? I think it actually is hilarious. How the hell did two people who promised they don’t want or have time for love manage to fall in love anyway?”
“It’s not f—fall in love? What do you mean?”
