Part 3The Geometry of Love

Angry already? Back then, he could ditch me instantly to please Bella. What I'm doing now isn't even one percent of what he did, and he can't handle it? Thinking about it is hilarious. I've liked Lucas since we were kids. He was the boy next door. Tall, handsome, gentle, polite, and attentive. My type. My bestie warned me many times that I had bad taste, that he was nice to everyone—a "central air conditioner." But I was completely immersed in my self-woven dream of love and wouldn't listen to anyone.

Lucas's face was iron black. He rolled his eyes at Daniel and said sourly: "Disgusting. Greasy." "Jane! You go to him for questions but not me. Are you trying to make me jealous?" I got mad: "We're discussing a problem here. What are you doing?" "Get lost!" This was the first time I lost my temper at my childhood friend. Before, I couldn't lick his boots fast enough. The love square was wobbling. Bella sat in her seat, arms crossed, glaring as Daniel explained the question to me. Jealousy was drowning her. Daniel was smiling. Only Lucas was furious.

After the explanation, I rolled back to my seat unhappily, eyes slightly red. The bleached-hair boy, Jaxon, looked at me with dark eyes and sneered: "Thought you said you didn't like him?" "Aren't you his simp? Why fight with your crush?" Thinking about how the person I liked was a jerk, and my simp career ended abruptly, I felt sad. Tears fell uncooperatively. "I don't like him anymore, okay?" "I'm sitting next to you because I like you. Happy now?" "Whether I like you is my business. Can you control it?" I smashed the jar. Tears pattered down. Jaxon probably hadn't been yelled at like this before. He didn't expect one sentence to make me cry. The boy scratched his yellow hair, stammering and bristling: "Why are you crying?" "I didn't say you couldn't like me." "Stop f*cking crying. So annoying!"