“What?” he mumbles, spraying the surface again, and wipes it clean.
I snort. “The scarf.”
“Yeah, it is.”
“So, take it off.”
He drops his shoulders, and turns towards me. He narrows his eyes a little, biting his bottom lip. “Did you do it on purpose?”
I raise my brows. “What? Why would I do that?”
He shrugs. “I don’t know,” he says, scratching his eyebrow, before he turns around again. Picking up the ink caps and throwing them in the bin. I lick my bottom lip, turning my phone over in my hand.
“So, how’s Jude?”
“Good,” he nods. “He asked me out.”
I push my tongue to my cheek, and that awkward feeling comes back. The one I got when Jude asked for Seth’s number.
Because I don’t trust him.
I don’t even know what he does for a living, he could be an axe murderer for all I know. Or a psychopath. Probably a psychopath, what with the way he’s been acting around Seth lately. Seth’s funny, but he’s not that fucking funny. You don’t need to grin like an asshole whenever you look at him.
“So,” I say as I scratch my nose, clearing my throat. “What did you say?”
He shrugs, and at first, I don’t think he’ll answer me, and why the fuck isn’t he answering? Isn’t that something you tell your best friend? Like,heads up, you might find me dead in an alley in a couple of weeks ‘cause I’m going on a date with a serial killer.Call my parents.
I slide my chair forward, and turn it around to face him, raising my brows at him. He looks up at me and then drops his eyes to the table again. So, I pull his chair closer to mine, and he drops his head back and finally looks at me.
“What do you even know about him?”
“Nothing,” he says, shaking his head. “Hence the fucking date.” He goes back to look at the table again.
“So, youaregoing on a date with him?”
He turns towards me, brows drawn low. “No, I’m not. But I told him I’d like us to be friends.”
I scoff. “Okay?” I shrug. “Why?”
“What do you mean why?” he asks, turning back around again. “‘Cause he seems like a great guy?”
“Okay, but why would he wanna be friends with someone who’s like fifteen years younger?” I shake my head, frowning.
“He’s thirty-two.”
“Oh, is he now?” I nod, leaning back and cross my arms.
Seth turns to me again, frowning. “What are you doing?” He shakes his head, shrugging.
And I don’t know how to answer that question without sounding like an asshole. But maybe I want Seth for myself. He’smybest friend for fucks sake. And also, the potential murderer thing.
I drag a hand down my face, sighing. “Nothing. You’re right. You should be friends with him.” I nod. And then I lean forward, pointing at him. “But fuck you if you trade me for him. I’m your best friend, Seth.”So fucking petty.I’m a sad excuse for a human.
He snorts, shaking his head. “He’s not taking your place. He’s too friendly, I could never—”
I smack his shoulder and he laughs.
“You watch it, or else I might give you another one of those.” I nod to his neck.
