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Chapter 2: New
In the end I decided to go to the café. Alone. By myself.
I sauntered over to my usual table, the one with the red roses. When the waitress came over to take my order, I simply said the usual. She smiled before saying "Oh, where your friend? You know. The one with the red eyes?"
"She couldn't come."
"Oh."
She walked away to attend to another table, leaving me back to my thoughts. Eating out alone...really isn't any fun at all... I pulled out my cell phone. There... really isn't any one I'd call to eat out with besides Ib... and without realizing it, I typed in a contact. It dialed.
I seriously can't believe I'm calling him...
He picked up on the third ring. "Hi?" Huh. He can't believe it either. See how far I've fallen?
"Hi... Seiran."
He laughed at the distain in my tone. "And what do I owe the pleasure of your call to? I certainly hope you didn't call just to chat."
"Actually I did..."
He sighed. "I'm on my 15 minuet break; you know how my job sucks."
"Yeah..."
Awkward silence.
He let out another sigh. "You wouldn't call for no reason. This is about Ib isn't it?"
"No..." Maybe?
"You're lying~ It totally is." Damn.
"Have you been out with her recently?" I redirected the conversation back to him while staying on topic.
"No." I could tell that bugged him. "Why?"
I ignored his question. "So you haven't either."
"Now that I think about it... she's been pretty busy lately. When ever I call to go out, she says she has something else to do." How long has it been since we got together? A month? Maybe more. "Did I do something? Crap... if I did what could it be? Ib's the type to ignore the little things so it must have been pretty bad..."
"Pff! Now you're just freaking yourself out. Relax she probably just has some major project for college."
"Yeah..."
"Why am I consoling you? Go get a shrink or something."
"What? You're the one who's a complete lunatic. You should have a psychiatrist."
"Says the person who created me... At least you're sounding normal now. Or as normal as you get."
I was going to give a reply thoroughly laced with sarcasm, but he cut me off. "Great. I have five minutes to eat. Nice talking to you...Dad..."
"Dad? Uh..." I cringed at the thought.
He chortled with laughter then the line went dead.
"Jerk." I mutter.
My macaroons came then, all stacked on a small plate. I didn't really feel like eating them now though.
What if Ib doesn't like me anymore? Does she hate me?
Jeez. Worrying about doesn't make me feel any better. I fingered a red macaroon, Ib's favorite. I shook my head. She's not here. I'll just have to enjoy them for the both of us. I popped half of it in my mouth.
The bell rang signaling another customer.
"Oh, so this was the café you were talking about! I've been here many times."
The other half of the macaroon fell out of my mouth and onto the plate. That voice. Ib.
"Oh... So you have... do want to go somewhere else?" And this voice! Distinctly male. She's on a date?!
"Na-ah! The pastries here are amazing."
No no no no no no no no no! This is not happening. Not... happening...
Holy shit. The... she... holding hands. Giggling... with guy...
They had moved into my line of sight. Her date was blue eyed and blonde. His golden hair fell in waves just short of his shoulders. He could probably tie it up in a ponytail like Seiran...
And he was incredibly... hansom. Why am I admitting this?
Before I could hide like I wanted to, Ib spotted my table. I'm pretty sure my mouth was still hanging open.
She dragged her date over. She was smiling brightly.
"Hi Garry! Fancy meeting you here." She was all smiles. Since when was she this cheerful? Never with me...
"Yeah..." I said I was coming didn't I? Or maybe she's already forgotten my pathetic phone call.
The boy cleared his throat. "Ib? Who's this?"
"Oh, this is Garry. He's a really good friend of mine." Great. Nice to know I'm stuck in the friend's zone. I never officially announced how I felt... but we've been through a lot together.
"And Garry..." I snapped my attention back to Ib. She gestured to the guy, who I noted was still holding her hand. Quite tightly I might add... "This is Marcus." Huh. Nice to know...
Ib blushed a deep red."My... um... Boyfriend."
Urk.
Oh. I get it. She doesn't hate me. She's just been spending all her time with this guy. There not just on a date. They're DATING.
He regarded me politely. He held out a hand in greeting. "A pleasure, sir."
I stood, reaching across the table to shake hands. I gripped his tightly. "The pleasure mine..."
Cool. I towered over him a good four inches. He dropped my hand, shaking his own in pain behind his back. Marcus glared at me. I stared coldly back.
Ib seemed unaware of the tension.
She shifted onto one foot. "Shoot... Um... I'm gonna head to the bathroom... sorry guys."
Great. That leaves me here with him.
We didn't talk. We didn't break out into a fist fight. We just stared at each other, as if assessing the others qualities.
He's cobalt blue eyes seemed to be saying, "What's with the cold look? Are you like this with everyone?"
I sent him a message too. "Nope. Just you."
"Why? What did I do?"
"No reason. I just don't like you." Seriously. The kid gave off a really creepy aura...
He narrowed his gaze, speaking vocally this time. "Just what are you to my Ib?
Oh. Getting possessive are we? "She told you. I'm a friend. A REALLY good friend."
"Yes. Well I'm her boyfriend." Ouch. Touché... "So back off."
Ib came back then. Marcus broke contact, to smile at her. She seemed oblivious to our exchange. "I'm going to get us a table."She smiled back at Marcus, then dashed off.
He turned back to me, plucking a red rose from the table. He gave a Cheshire like smile.
"Life. It's a fragile thing..." he snapped the stem.
Is that a threat? Because I've been thinking about breaking something other than a rose stem...
Ib came back and pointed to a table in the corner. "This way~!" She sang. Marcus smiled blissfully, and allowed himself to be lead away. He glanced back at me with that stupid smirk.
"She mine now..."
The rose fell to the ground, dead.
I blinked. The voice was merely a hiss, resonating in the air. But... I hadn't seen Marcus move his lips...
I slumped back into my seat. Oh, I have a bad feeling about this...
Ib... Has a boyfriend. And he's not me I might add... but that's not why. If he's nice, honest, and truly loves her I'd give up... but he's not. He makes her sound like an object... I sense a weird feeling when I'm around him... It's not my place to interfere... but I don't want her to get hurt... I'm going to need help with this situation...
I pulled out my cell again.
He picked up in the fifth ring. "Wow. Two calls in one day. This has to be a record. This sure a hell better be good."
"Don't worry it's really important. Can you come to my apartment? Where are you?"
"At work dumbass!"
"Take a holiday."
"What? Why do you need me to come over ? Where's the fire?"
"Ib. She has a boyfriend."
The phone went dead.