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I either go to eat with them and deal with Gwen throwing daggers at me the whole time for even thinking about interacting with my dad and her boyfriend. Or I don’t go at all.
Given the stares I’ve already gotten in the last five minutes, I know what I need to do. Dad and Blake aren’t going to like it, but I feel like I have to, especially if I want to continue to push my feels for Blake to the side and see him happy.
And I think Gwen makes him happy. If she didn’t, he wouldn’t be with her. Right?
“Actually.” I’m already3 cringing as I start talking. “I have something to do for my biology class. I’ve been putting it off and its crunch time. You guys go. I’ll join you next time.”
I want to cry. I want to spend time with dad and Blake, but I would rather put my sanity first, than deal with across Gwen.
“Are you sure?” Dad asks, giving me a confused look because I never turn down food. Blake is looking at me the same way.
Gwen on the other hand, is smiling.
I give them a nod. “Yeah, I’m sure. Go, catch up.”
Dad looks at Blake and they have a silent conversation, like they are both trying to figure out what is happening with me.
Eventually one of them shakes their head, while the other lets out a sigh and look back toward me.
“If you say so,” dad says, wrapping his arms around me.
“I’ll order you something and bring it back to your place,” Blake offers, also wrapping his arms around me once my dad lets me go.
Something that his girlfriend dislikes so damn much.
I want to say fuck her and go, but I rather not stir up shit between them.
“You don’t have to,” I tell Blake, detangling myself from him quickly.
He gives me an eye roll. “I want to.”
All I can do is give him a small smile.
“Have fun. I’ll see you later,” I tell them as I back away and start walk toward my dorm.
I hate this, but it’s for the best.
Those four words continue to repeat in my head the whole time I walk over to the dorms, trying to convince myself that they are true.
Even if I know they are not.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
BLAKE
Something is up with Sophia.It’s been going on for a while, and I’ve been telling myself not to get involved, but today, finally pushed me.
The girl that loves to eat and is a total daddy’s girl, turned down a meal with her father. The second that she said she wasn’t going with us to get food, all the red flags started to flash like crazy. I let whatever was going on with her go for too long, and now I need to know what is going on with her.
I feel like she’s been icing me out. I thought things were back at being good between us after our night together two years ago, but now it feels like we’re back to square one. Barely talking, barely seeing each other, barely hanging out.
This is going to stop today.
“I don’t know why you’re insisting on bring her food. She said that you didn’t have to,” Gwen says as we leave the parking lot of the restaurant we just ate at, adjusting the bag of food that is currently sitting on her lap.
Having a meal with just Isaac and Gwen was a little awkward. It was mostly me and him talking and Gwen trying to insertherself here and there. When I tried to include her in the conversation, she wouldn’t say much, at most it was a word or two. It made me wonder why she was there at all.
I wouldn’t have invited her, since she never goes to eat with me whenever my parents are in town, but for some reason she tagged along today. For a second, I thought she might have done it because she thought that Sophia was going to go, but when she backed out and Gwen stayed, that thought went out the door.
