Lunchbox Friends

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chapitre sept (seven)

The day goes by and I sit at the table near the garden hedges for lunch, thinking to myself about the girl that Oliver was staring at today. Of course, her name is Aurélia Blanchet(blan-shay). I just can’t believe that I didn’t notice this until now. Aurélia was—still is the university’s golden girl and everyone’s eyes would fall on her. Plenty of guys have tried to get into her pants but many have failed. She created so many wonderful pieces that gained attention and the visual colors of her artwork are one of the reasons that made her popular. A rumor went around last year that she was having private sessions with the art teacher, M. Babin after school. She didn’t seem like the type to persuade a teacher into giving her what she wants. She’s so much smarter than that.

I’m glad to see Viviane coming over to my table because it’s been a long time since we’ve talked—or had a real conversation. She smiles brightly as she pulls a chair from the table and sets her leather book bag on the cobblestone. Maybe she can offer me some peace of mind that won’t let me go around the bend.

“Viviane! I’m really glad to see you because… I need to talk to you about something,” I say upfront.

She raises an eyebrow as if I’ve forgotten something.

“S’il vous plaît?” I add. (Please)

“Merci!” (Thank you!) “Now, what is it that you wanted to tell me about?”

“It’s about Oliver.”

Seeing the annoyance in her eyes is as clear as day that she thinks she knows where this conversation is heading.

“You two were at it again?”

“Well, last night but that’s not what I was going to talk about,” I surveyed the area to be sure that no one was listening. “I mean, it does have something to do with him but also someone else.”

“Who?”

“I’m sure you know Aurélia Lyon?”

Viviane nearly rolled her eyes a little. “Of course, I do.”

“You might think that this is overreacting but I saw him staring at her for a long time, practically drooling over her.”

“And you think that he has a crush on her all from just staring at a girl?” she says.

“I know that must sound crazy!”

“Yes, it does! Just because some guy has their eyes hooked on blondie doesn’t mean that he’s in love with her. Are you into him?” she asked me.

“Since we were kids. I had years to tell him how I feel but I’m afraid that if I do confess then it’d be the end of our friendship and the thing we have,”

“Severine, your friendship won’t be jeopardized and your escapades won’t end either… as long you use protection though. You two will be fine.”

“Would you ever consider being in a relationship someday?”

Viviane smirked but shook her head. “Let’s just say that I’m kind of over romance and not into having romantic interest. Not saying that it’s dead but the most important thing is that self-love comes first.”

“I guess so.” I silently agree with her.

And she’s right. I must be overreacting just because he was staring at a girl but at least he is not going on and on about her. I’ll ask him about it later. As the day continues on, I put a lot of thought into what Viviane said about him, maybe not liking Aurélia since he’s never talked about her. I need to tell him like I should’ve done last night. It was today that I realized that I don’t want to play any more games with him and I don’t have much time left before he goes to her. I don’t have any ill-intention towards Aurélia because I barely know the girl.

No more distractions and no more beating around the bush.

When school ends for today, I decide to wait by Oliver’s car since he’s not too far from the parking lot and usually he drives me back to the girls' dormitory when we...finish. It doesn’t take long for him to come out of the building. I don’t think much of it when I soon realize that he’s not alone.

He’s with that Aurélia girl.

His smile is so bright and his laugh is equally adorable as hers. There’s a tinge of jealousy and I try not to let it overflow so much that I didn’t notice that my grip on the door hand tightened. Why am I like this? Why is she holding his hand? Something is definitely wrong! Maybe Viviane’s right and that I’m just overreacting. I mean, friends hold hands all the time. That’s what we do sometimes. The two separate when they reach the parking lot and I watch her little dainty fingers flutter as a way to say goodbye along with a smirk.

His face was almost as red as a tomato.

“Was that Aurélia? The same girl you were looking at this morning?” I asked. “And almost shit yourself too.”

He quickly checked the back of his pants. “I didn’t shit myself. And yes, that was her,”

What were you two talking about? I’m dying to know! I grossly think but push that thought aside. Once he was in the car, he stretched his arm across the passenger seat to open my side of the door and I took a step back. “You two must’ve had an intriguing conversation then.”

“I mean, we didn’t talk that much,” the red in his cheeks is making it obvious. “But I asked her out.”

My face was stuck in a frozen smile. “You what?”

“I asked her out and she said yes. We’re going out this weekend.”

“Oh, that must be exciting. I’m really excited for you.”

He raises an eyebrow, thinking that I’m lying. “Are you sure? Your face is telling a different story.”

“It’s not… I hope you two have a good time,” that was an immediate lie and Oliver had to be gullible enough to believe it.

Today was the first day that I had my first taste of venom—other than it being his dick. I barely know anything about Aurélia except that she’s the object of Oliver’s affection. Going on a date with her would make you the luckiest guy in the world and a bonus if you slept with her. My chance of revealing my true feelings for him is slipping away and I know that by the end, he will be holding her hand and enjoy kissing her.

The way I liked kissing him last night.

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