"Dude, you really, really, fucked up." Matt chugged down his half of Coke before twisting the cap back on. "Dude, Izzi was the one, I legitimately shipped you guys. You had an official ship name."
I picked at the hamburger I'd ordered and sighed. "I know I fucked up. And we didn't break up; she's just angry."
"Why'd you lie to her to begin with? You didn't tell her you were bi?"
Matt raised a dark eyebrow before realizing. "You're afraid she's like, a homophobe, right?"
"Yeah," I nodded.
"Well, that's a dumbass move, 'cause there's obviously something more than that bothering you."
"What?" I almost spat out my soda. "You're crazy."
"You never told her, man. You probably lied to her, telling her that you had never dated before."
I choked back my soda, gulping it down in one sugary sitting.
"Yeah, you're..you're right."
"That's a low, low, move man." Matt furrowed his bushy red brows. "I wouldn't have expected that out of you."
You don't have to rub it in, dumbass.
"What do I do?" I moaned, putting my head in my hands. "And don't say 'give her time'."
"Fine," Matt smirked. "Give her tampons and chocolate."
"What else?" I felt the corners of my lips turn up.
"You know what else."
"Ew. No." I threw my napkin at him. "That's disgusting."
"What did you expect me to say? I'm Matt O'Donnel; Master of the ladies."
Just then, I caught sight of Izzi, as she walked past our booth. She didn't make eye contact with me, but she smiled at Matt, who blushed and waved at her.
That was weird.
It could've just been a fluke, is what I told myself. Izzi was friends with Matt, it was all good.
But he had blushed and waved at her.
Blushed. Matt's a goodlooking guy, and he happens to look a lot like Archie from Riverdale.
Girls like Riverdale, right?
And girls (mostly) liked Archie in the first season of that goddamn show.
Did that mean that Matt liked Izzi, and Izzi liked him back?
Why does everything in my life have to be so dramatized, like, really?
"So.." My voice was cold. "I'll see you later, then."
Matt's blush faded, along with the spark in his eyes; he knew I'd noticed.
"Forget it." I sneered.