After the game, Parker stopped me and Luke.
At that time, I was carefully probing, wondering if I should accompany him to the infirmary.
But Luke smiled somewhat carelessly: “It’s fine, I’m tough, I can take it.”
“What are you doing?”
Parker was asking Luke.
Luke’s smile faded, and he slowly asked back: “What are you doing?”
“Why did you hit her with the ball?”
Parker’s words faltered: “…What’s it to you?”
“I’m her desk mate.”
Parker looked at Luke with a complex expression.
Then, he smiled sarcastically at me: “Quite charming.”
Luke stood in front of me: “Parker, don’t be stupid.”
After a while, he smiled: “What, you like her?”
19
Parker always looked at me with this victorious gaze.
As if I wasn’t his childhood friend, nor the person he hated most, but his possession.
Luke still stood in front of me: “You two families have known each other for so many years, you shouldn’t…”
“We have more than just that kind of relationship, Parker suddenly laughed and interrupted him: “There’s more, want to hear?”
I suddenly had a bad feeling.
But it was too late to stop him.
Parker pushed Luke’s shoulder and said word by word:
She gave me her first kiss, transferred schools for me, she even wrote me a love letter saying how much she liked me… What are you?”
