cute café guy!

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Jay's P.O.V
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Amaya and I had spent 3 weeks falling into a familiar rhythm.

We were best friends again. Best friends who made out occasionally.

Sneaking around behind our friends' back adds a special thrill to it. However I'm almost positive Anila knows.

Noise erupted as I entered the cafeteria. I found the group, and took a seat.

"You're here just in time, we were examining the random mark on Maya's neck." Marcus said.

"Where did that come from?" I asked.

Not because I was playing along, but because I genuinely had no idea where it was from.

Because of our agreement, I had to make sure I was very careful.

If Amaya was messing around with other people-

My jaw clenched as I suppressed my anger.

I don't get to be angry, or jealous. I knew what this was when I agreed to it, and yet I can't bring myself to not be bothered by it.

But I lost her. Things would never be the same between us.

"Wait, why are you so surprised?" Ryan asked.

"Because it is literally just a bruise." Amaya said defensively.

"A bruise conveniently on your collarbone?" Marcus asked.

"Yes, because that it was happens when Ariana throws a spoon at you in the middle of a tantrum." She said obviously annoyed.

The tension in my back relieved, and quickly came back.

Amaya was still staying at Anila's house.

"Yeah babes I'm super sorry about that." Anila said rubbing support circles on My's back.

"What's the move for this weekend?" Ryan asked.

"I have a date." Amaya said with a slight smile.

"With who?" I replied almost immediately.

Anila kicked me under the table. "Is it with that super cute boy from the cafe?"

"What super cute boy from what cafe?" I asked.

My stomach started to churn. I knew Amaya would eventually start talking to someone else, I just didn't want to believe it. I thought maybe our agreement would slow that down.

"Dude chill." Marcus whispered in my ear.

Amaya showed us a picture.

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