Page 28 of Eight Weeks
“Sofia is my favorite,” Lily says, patting Colin’s chest with her hand as his jaw drops. “She’s my best friend after all.”
My eyes instantly travel over to Winter, just in time to catch her jaw twitching in anger.
I’m not going to lie, it was cruel of Lily to say this in front of her, but it’s not like Winter hadn’t called literallyanyoneher best friend right in Lily’s face before either.
Miles gestures between Sofia and Winter then says, “That’s going to be interesting. You guys have to keep me posted.” The smuggest smile I’ve ever seen is currently plaster right on his face as he looks at me.
“What’s going to be interesting about this? We’re just roommates.” Winter keeps a false smile on her lips, one that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. If I had to put a label on the spark in her eyes, I’d say it’s anger with a hint ofI’m-going-to-murder-Aaron-Marshin it.
Well, at least Winter doesn’t kno—Never mind. I’ve told her about Sofia… and Sofia knows I’ve dated someone named Winter.
Yup, this is going to get really interesting. For everyone else. For me, it’s going to be a pain in my ass, I can sense it.
Sitting here sure does make my head spin for other reasons as well, though.
Seeing as Winter keeps catching a glimpse of me with either jealousy or a murderous hint in her eyes, I do wonder if Leon is just like her. I doubt it, given that he’s a cheating asshole, so I’ve figured, but there is a chance that he once did love Sofia.
And if he did, I am not sure I won’t make him acquainted with my fists and feet. Nobody was supposed to love Sofia like I once did. Granted, eight-year-old love isn’t the same as the one would have been when they were dating at a later age, but I still never wantedthatto happen.
It was always supposed to be Sofia andme. Not Sofia and God knows who.
She wasn’t supposed to be happy with anyone else.
The pinch of jealousy in my heart when I think about Sofia being as happy with any other man as I always wished we could have been, is almost unbearable.
Mostly pathetic.
Did she tell him the same jokes she told me? Did they skate together and done races? And if so, did he let her win every single time like I did her because I knew she would end up smiling at me. The one cheek-y-smile I loved so much.
It’s always been my favorite. Whenever Sofia would smile a little too widely, her cheeks would get all chubby. I loved that smile especially because I knew it was genuine. I knew that when I saw those chubby cheeks, she was happy. And nothing made me happier than seeing her happy.
“Turn that frown back around, Aaron.” Miles nudges his elbow right into my side. “Are you okay?”
I nod, though in my mind I am shaking my head.
How am I ever going to be okay again after Sofia leaves?
18
Sofia
“and once we start there ain’t no stopping”—Can I Kiss You? by Dahl
As fate would have it,my aunt was busy at work and couldn’t help me take all of my belongings over to the St. Trewery dorms, which means I needed someone else to drive me. I couldn’t possibly take a couple of suitcases on the bus, and I barely even had enough money to pay for said bus. Which meant calling an Uber is not an option at all.
My mother is going to send me some more money within the next couple of days. We both forgot how expensive everything is over here, though, Germany isn’tthatmuch less expensive. But to be fair, I didn’t think I would have to pay for housing at my aunt’s, she’s my aunt after all. I just bet Hugo had his say in that decision.
Anyway, since my aunt can’t drive me, I asked Lily if she knew someone that would willingly help me. I’m not going to lie, when she said she knew just the right person she could persuade into helping me, I was thinking she meant her boyfriend. From what I have witnessed the past couple of weeks, I have the feeling that he can’t say no to her.
Imagine my surprise when instead of Colin a certain blonde guy with the most magical green eyes stands in front of me as I open the door to my aunt’s house.
“Glad to see you too, Icicle,” he says, clearly taking my stunned expression as a triumph of some sorts. “Didn’t Ijusthelp you move in here? Leaving me already?”
“Shut up, Nix.” I open the door wider for him, granting him access to the house even when all I want to do is slam the door right into his handsome face. “You know very well why I have to leave this house.”
“Germany, did your friend get here now?” As if on cue, my reason to leave makes himself noticeable. “Is it ashe?”
I freeze. Every single inch of my body becomes stiffer as it has ever been. This man is the definition of the word “disgusting”. If I knew I would get away with murdering him, he would have been dead a long time ago. Unfortunately in this case, murder is considered a crime and I would not get away with it. Even if it was for the greater good.
