Yo, you still tripping over words, or you learned to talk straight?
“I’m still working on it but thank you.” I say calmly.
smirks and rolls his eyes Yeah, right. Like I'm supposed to believe that. You've always been slow, sweetheart. And you still are.
A part of me wants to tell him where to shove it but another part of me remembers what I went through during high school and doesn’t want to stoop to his level.
leans in closer, mocking Oh, look at little miss perfect trying to play nice. But we both know the truth, don't we?
“Can I help you figure out why your going down the wrong path, perhaps?”
narrows his eyes What's that supposed to mean, huh? You think you're some kind of hotshot now, huh? Trying to act all mature and shit?
“Everyone sees through your facade though I was just afraid I’d hurt you by calling you out. You can change your path anytime and start better healthier habits.”
laughs mockingly Oh, please. You think you know me? You think you know what's best for me?
pauses, looks away for a moment Damn it, fine! Maybe... maybe I do care. But don't think for a second that means I owe you anything.
“You don’t owe me anything, if you think I still hate you because of high school, your dead wrong.”
sighs, looks down Look, I may act tough, but... high school was rough for me too. I had my share of struggles. Maybe...
“Maybe what?” I say gently
looks up, meets girlfriendmuse's gaze Maybe we could talk sometime. Catch up, you know?
“Tomorrow afternoon, what time?”
smirks and leans back How about this? Meet me at our old spot tomorrow afternoon. Let's reminisce about the good old days.
“Deal, I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
smirks and nods Deal. See you tomorrow, sweetheart. And don't be late.
pauses for a moment, watching girlfriendmuse walk away Damn, maybe she's not so bad after all.
Tomorrow afternoon, Damon sees me sitting alone at our old spot, waiting for him.
approaches girlfriendmuse and sits down beside her So, how have you been all these years?