Colliding with Fate (Published under Pop Fiction)

True Colors

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“How is your relationship with Kyle?”

I’m surprised with his question, I just gape at him.

“So?”

“I don’t have a relationship with him,” I say.

“But I saw the way you looked at him,” Seth says as he wiggles his eyebrows.

Did he? I need to lie. “Maybe you need to go to the optometrist to get your eye checked.”

He smirks.

“Besides you told me earlier that you didn’t know I was with KY,” I say suspiciously.

He laughs. “You’re good,” he says amusedly. “I was just really making sure that you’re not with him.”

I’m a really good actress then.

“Why are you so curious about it?” I ask.

“Kyle and I have the same taste in women.”

I raise my eyebrow. “That doesn’t make any sense.”

He shakes his head. “Are you that slow?”

I scowl at him.

“It means I like you.”

“You’re not funny,” I say dryly.

“I’m serious.”

“You don’t even know me.”

Seth shrugs. “I want to know you better.”

In spite of what he said, I chuckle. Seth is so easy to talk to, in just a few minutes of speaking with him, I already feel at ease like we’ve already been friends for a long time. I know how weird that sounded, but it’s true.

“Why are you laughing?” he asks.

“Because you’re funny.”

He cocks his eyebrow. “I thought I’m not funny?”

I smile. See? He’s really adorable. It’s like talking to Nate and Lance combined.

Stop it.

I don’t even know him. I can’t let his words affect me this much.

But we can be friends, right?

I process that in my head.

Yes, we can be friends, there’s nothing wrong with that.

“Are you hungry?”

“Yes,” I say.  The ride made me hungry; and I haven’t even eaten lunch yet. Actually, I’m starving. “How did you know?”

“I heard your stomach growling.”

“Really?” I ask, embarrassed.

“Wait for me here,” Seth says, standing up from his seat. “I’ll get us something to eat.”