He Could See My Comments, I Used Them To Tease Him Chapter 09

My head stayed foggy the whole day, and I didn’t get a chance until the next afternoon after school. 

Rain poured down outside in sheets. Most students had already left. 

I packed up slowly. 

Then a figure stopped in front of me. 

Silas’s eyes were dark, his face pale. 

“Do you bring an umbrella?” 

I put my umbrella back in my bag and shook my head with a grin. 

“Then… can we walk together? There’s something 

I need to tell you.” 

The umbrella blocked most of my view. He was tall, and to keep it over both of us his head nearly 

grazed the ribs. 

Raindrops splashed into little firework shapes at 

our feet. Neither of us said anything. 

Then a gust of wind hit and tilted the umbrella. 

Without thinking, he angled it further toward me. 

“Yvette.” 

His voice came from beside me–a little rough, but 

warm. 

“I’ve thought it through.” 

I pursed my lips, ready to tell him he’d taken so long I’d already lost interest–except a small flicker 

of hope crept in against my will. 

The next second, he said, “I’m willing to be your 

side piece… your second choice.” 

The rain seemed to seep straight into my brain. 

My mind went completely blank. 

“What?” 

He pressed his lips together, a mix of struggle and hurt flashing through his eyes, the rims turning 

faintly red, but he pushed on, steady. 

“I’ve never been in a relationship. This doesn’t feel 

right to me–I think you should break up first, and 

then we can be together.” 

“But I heard he’s your childhood sweetheart. The 

day he came to pick you up, you were about to 

confess your feelings to me, weren’t you? And the 

moment he showed up, you dropped me.” 

I tried to piece together what he was saying. 

He took a small breath, his brow furrowing tight. 

“So I figured you’d never leave him. If I got with. 

you, I’d probably end up as the other guy. And that 

just sits wrong with me.” 

“I said I’d think about it. I never said no. I never 

said I wouldn’t do it…” 

“But you moved on to that new transfer student so 

fast–was it because he doesn’t mind being the 

other guy?” 

“I saw it yesterday–your boyfriend and him, both 

there at the same time, getting along just fine.” 

“I thought about it all night. I don’t think I can fit 

into your circle. It’s strange to me… but I like you.” 

My mouth was practically hanging open. 

What on earth was he talking about? 

“Those comments–I know they were you.” 

“But then you stopped saying all those funny 

things. Once the transfer kid showed up, you didn’t even use it for memos anymore.” 

“It’s been eating at me. This is the first time I’ve 

ever liked a girl, and she already has a boyfriend. Now you have two, and I’m stuck fighting for third place.” 

“I thought about it all night. If I don’t agree now, I might not even make third. Yesterday when the class monitor was talking to you…” 

My brain was about to short–circuit. 

“Wait.” 

He obediently shut his mouth. The wind tousled 

my hair, and my thoughts along with it. 

“I don’t have a boyfriend.” 

The air went quiet, his brow still tightly knit. 

“I heard about it when I transferred here. And I… I 

saw you two kiss.” 

My eyes went wide. 

Who? 

Who was kissing?