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“Then what the fuck were we doing for the past year, Johnny?” she spat out, the innocent schoolgirl mask slipping.
That was cool. I knew what was underneath anyway. She didn’t need to put on a performance in front of me.
I was well aware of her true colors.
“I don’t know, Bella,” I replied in a flat tone. “But whatever it was, it’s in the past.”
“Are you fucking with me?” she demanded, planting her hands on her hips. “I’m trying to sort things out here.”
Was she fucking with me?
“You ended it,” I deadpanned. “You are fucking my teammate, Bella. You told me so yourself.” With great detail in a text message. “You got with him at Biddies. Right in front of me. You sit with him at lunch. As far as I’m concerned, there is nothing to sort out between us.”
“It’s not serious.”
“I don’t care.”
“I thought we were taking a break.”
“We are,” I confirmed. “A permanent one.”
“I don’t have to be with him,” she offered, batting her long eyelashes at me. “We could sort us out?”
“No, thanks,” I replied in a flat tone.
“Come on, Johnny,” she moaned. “We had a good time together.”
“Yeah, we did,” I agreed. “Half of which you spent running around behind my back with my fucking winger!”
Her mouth fell open. “What are you talking about?”
“Cormac.”
“I’m with him now,” she huffed. “Not then.”
“Don’t bother lying,” I told her. “I already know you were riding him when you were with me.”
“That’s a lie,” she countered. “Who told you that?”
“Everyone knows, Bella,” I replied, then released a weary sigh. “I’ve known for a while.”
I just chose to block it out…
“And you were hardly discreet,” I decided to throw out there because, quite frankly, I wanted to.
“Well, I wasn’t your girlfriend, Johnny. We weren’t exclusive,” she said, defending her actions. “And you completely dropped off the map. You never wanted to go out or meet up.”
“Because I was recovering from surgery!” I bit out.
“For months?” she demanded, tone accusing. “Yeah right, Johnny.”
“I was,” I barked.
I still am.
“And before that?” she demanded. “What about the other six long weeks before your surgery when you refused to meet up with me? When you ignored me? What’s your excuse for that?”
“I wasn’t ignoring you.”
