"Liking someone and wanting to have sex with someone are two different things yet you claim you want neither?"
Bianca had sat Fitz down in Owens basement as she interrogated him about Clare. Owen sat, amused, watching as Bianca fired questions Fitz's way.
"I don't like Clare and I don't want to have sex with her."
"But you still want her?"
Fitz was silent, but Bianca took it as a yes. She definitely did not understand this boy's logic.
"So you want her, but—,"
"I don't want—,"
"Shut up Mark." She hissed and he flinched at the use of his given name. "I'm trying to figure you out here. So you don't want to have sex with her but you want her...? Want her as in… just kissing? And that entire boyfriend/girlfriend label crap?"
He looked away, and Bianca again took this as a yes. And so did Owen.
"Aw come on dude! I can't believe you've gone soft on us!"
"I don't-,"
"Stop lying, it's tiring me out." Bianca sighed and plopped herself down on the couch next to Fitz.
Fitz looked at his hands, refusing to meet neither Bianca's nor Owens eyes. He hadn't known his friends could figure him out so fast. Did that mean everyone else could?
A/N: just a short little chapter to clarify some things…