Chapter six:

I stare wide-eyed at the horrendous scene in front of me.

My best friend sat in front of the man who has made her more than once and who she claims to be mean and terrible. So what is she doing having lunch with him?

I feel a pang in my chest. I feel hurt, betrayed.

It was so loud where me and Nicola stood that I doubt she could've heard what I have just said to her.

I walk closer, towards the table they are seated at, none of them realising I was there.

As I reach right in front of their table I catch his bored gaze looking down at the table in front of him.

Clara isn't speaking either. She was just sitting in silence observing her lap since she is obviously speechless. Which is a new term for Clara considering she speaks every chance she gets.

I shake my head. Neither of them are aware that I am right in front of them.

"Clara?" I spoke out carefully, making sure to capture the attention of the two sitting in front of me.

Clara shot up, turning around to look at me.

"Oh my god, Blair, it's not what it looks like," Clara tells me, as I catch her guilty gaze. I cock an eyebrow daring her to go on. She swallows, clearly unsure of what she should say to me. I feel hurt yet again, but quickly cover it up before she can notice.

"Ca- can we talk about this later?" Her eyes plead me.

I nod tightly. I am so fed up right now. She made me feel bad and guilty while all along she's been being such a bad friend towards me. I do understand she's going through something but it's not fair on me for her to treat me like shit. I have always been there for her and she cannot just do this to me and make me feel bad about myself. I don't deserve it.

I sigh.

"Ok but Clara, if he's forcing you in any way-" I start, but was interrupted by him.

"Excuse me?" He cuts in, offended. "I would never do that." He assures me.

I immediately feel bad. That wasn't something I should've said. Especially not in front of him.

"Besides, who do you think you are?" He continues, making any thought of regret go away almost instantly.

There he is!

"I think it should be me asking you that question."

"Listen, babe," I cringe. "I asked you first, ever heard of being original?" He cocks an eyebrow at me.

Fuck.

"Blair Morgan," a groan escapes my voice as I realise what I have just said.

He chuckles.

I'm glad someone's finding humour in this.

"You know, for such a pretty face you are pretty dumb." He tells me, leaving me completely starstruck.

I blush at that half compliment I have just received. Nono no blushing I tell myself.

"Yeah? Well you have an ugly face along with an ugly personality so I couldn't say the same for you." I snap back at him.

I tried.

Oh lord that statement is such a lie and judging by the look he is giving me, he knows it as well.

"Will you two stop flirting for one second!" Nicola bursts out. I turn to look over at her, she looks furious.

"You." She points at Clara, "come here right now." She says as Clara obliges, walking away with Nicola.

I watch as they walk away together, hurt.

"Um are you okay?" a waiter asks me.

"Huh?"

"You're blocking my way." He smiles at me, letting me know he is about to kick me out if I didn't move this instant.

"Sorry," I mutter, taking a seat where Clara had been a couple seconds ago.

"Third wheel much?" he points out.

I scoff, "whatever."

I honestly have no comeback. I can't agree with him more. It's starting to feel as I really am the third wheel. And it sucks.

He silences, sensing that I am not in the mood to argue back and forth for once. "I'm sure it's not that," he finally speaks up. I met his dark gaze. "They probably just expected you to follow." He reasons.

Wow. Was he being nice?

"Are you being nice to me?" I tease.

His face immediately changes back into his dark, emotionless look he always puts on. Then he stands up from his seat not bothering to push the chair back in. He then continues, making his way towards me.

I watch him intently as he walks towards me, coming to a halt once he has reached my side. He bent down, his lips coming level to my ears. I squeeze my legs shut as I felt myself getting turned on. "Believe me darling, I am anything but nice," he whispers and then turns on his heels, walking away yet again.

Fuck.