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I timed how long it would take for her explosive nature to take over. She grabbed her phone and typed away for a moment. I watched her throughout the ordeal, and finally, when my phone vibrated, I looked at it.
Goldilocks: mine is the god of war.
She thinks she’s so funny. Shaking my head and fighting the grin, I pulled my bottom lip into my mouth.
Me: you changed my name to god of war in your phone, didn’t you?
Goldilocks: it’s always been a god of war.
Me: good. Glad we’ve got things done, goldilocks.
Carmen snorted out loud and everyone looked up at her. She blushed, her cheeks growing a dark red tint along with her neck.
“Anybody need a coffee?” She asked in a suspiciously high note voice and stood before anyone could give her answer, walking away.
She’s definitely the weirdo, not me.
Chapter10
Carmen
God of War: 1 cream no sugar.
When my phone vibrated, I thought it was Monica telling me I was being pretty obvious, but instead, it was Ares.
Me: anything else, Ares?
God of War: I'm ready to go. Are you?
Me: you want to go back together?
Me: what about Jennifer?
God of War: she's gone.
I tried not to turn to look at him, but while waiting in line to get the barista's attention, slowly, I looked at Ares. He's not looking at me. He's talking to Monica with a widened grin on his face. I don't know what she said to him, but clearly, it was something he enjoyed. A scowl appeared on my face faster than I could even sneeze from the irritation circling in the air secreting from my body.
My eyes took in Ares for the first time ever, not that I've never looked at him, but there was always something stopping me, and now, I just had this need to look his way.
Ares shows Monica something on his phone and she laughed, holding her hand on her chest. I never noticed how she laughed around him, and it made me wonder how close they were as friends and why I didn't notice how he talked to her more than everyone else.
Ares's fingers inched along his skin as he rubbed the back of his hand on his clean-shaven face. When he cracked his neck, there was a specific tattoo that I never noticed behind his ear that ran down his neck and disappeared into his orange hoodie. There was this incessant need to want to see it now. I know he's been around and under me, but there's this understanding or alluring pull wanting me to walk to him.
His lashes shadowed his cheekbones as he stared at his phone. He stopped abruptly, first looking at the ground, then letting his gaze drift up to my face. Ares tilted his head as he looked my way, and a ribbon of butterflies twirled inside me, going haywire; wild as hell when I needed them to settle down.
Ares ran his fingers through his hair and tugged at it a bit. He stood, and there was this thready pulse thrumming through my body. My eyes followed him as he walked up to me and kept going to the barista.
"What are you doing?"
I was both confused and intrigued.
"Ordering since it seemed like you were lagging."
"Lagging?" I repeated. "Like a computer?"
Ares cocked his brow and shook his head at me with a smile.
"You're laughing at me?" I asked.
