Violeta flinched back as his anger hit her like a slap in the face, despite the fact that it most likely wasn’t directed towards her. “What did I ever do to you?” she muttered under her breath, before giving a slow nod. “The notes are good.”
“Then let’s type them in already,” Gray said, his voice bitter, Laura’s words swimming in his mind again. “I’ll share the file with you. Tell me your email.”
Violeta blinked at him for a moment, taken aback by the bitterness laced through his tone. “[email protected],” she recited quietly, observing him closely.
Gray punched in her email before hitting send, pausing. He didn’t look at her while he did it. A familiar face twisting with pain filled his mind again and he scowled. What the hell?
“Who pissed you off?” Violeta muttered at Gray, watching as his expression contorted. “I sure hope it wasn’t me..”
Gray, upon hearing her words, sighed, rubbing his forehead.
“No, it’s not you,” he shook his head, “I’m sorry. I don’t have a proper excuse. It’s not right for me to snap at you when you aren’t even at fault.”
Violeta’s eyes widened a fraction. He was apologizing to her?
“Oh,” she answered, clearly confused. “Who’s fault is it, then?”
“Mine,” Gray muttered, sighing for the umpteenth time that hour. “I… screwed up. With Laura. I said something I shouldn’t have said to her.”
“Ah.” So this was a love issue. All of a sudden, Violeta felt pity for the poor player, who didn’t know how to keep a girl around long enough. She sighed, running a hand through her hair. “Have you tried apologizing?”
“She’s avoiding me,” Gray muttered, sighing again. “She turns the other way whenever she sees me.”
“Send her a text,” Violeta suggested, “Or, no, call her. Leave a note with her roommate.”
“And why, exactly, are you helping me?” Gray quirked an eyebrow.
Violeta gave him a funny look. “Because you’re clearly hopeless when it comes to this kind of stuff. Plus, I feel bad for Laura.” She added the last part jokingly, a faint smile tracing her lips.
Gray snorted, crossing his arms as if he was offended.
“I take offense to that,” he let a pout cover his lips, pretending as if her smile hadn’t caused his heart to jump. “But I guess you’re right. I am hopeless when it concerns friendship. Especially with Laura.”
Violeta snorted loudly, raising a dubious eyebrow. Yeah, right. “Friendship”. Sure, Gray, I definitely believe that.
“If I recall correctly, she was talking about how amazing you’d be as a boyfriend last night,” she chuckled, “So I don’t think ‘friendship’ is the right word.”
“She said that for someone else to hear,” Gray responded, leaning back against his chair. “Not for herself. We’re certainly not at a friendship level, but we’re not more than that, either.”
“Whatever you say, Gray,” I laughed, shaking my head.
Gray stared at her in surprise, her laughter ringing in his ears. It was melodic, he decided. He loved it.
“What?” He found himself breathing out before he composed himself. “You don’t think I can be just friends with a girl?”
Violeta continued to thumb through her notes, exhaling softly. “Well, do you have any female friends?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Well, that’s an unfair question,” Gray grumbled, sinking into his chair. He didn’t even have male friends, much less female. Laura flashed through his mind again. He shook her off. “No, I don’t.”
"There we go, then." Violeta shot him a significant look. "Is she your girlfriend yet? Or do you just like her?"
Gray stared at her for a good few minutes.
“You think I like her,” he said slowly in disbelief. “You really are dense, aren’t you? She’s not my girlfriend. She’s not the one I like.”
"I'm not the dense one here," Violeta answered simply, refusing to believe his statement. "Good luck getting her back. No sarcasm intended."
Gray heaved an exasperated sigh.
“I don’t like her. She doesn’t like me,” he repeated slowly as if he was talking to a toddler. “I like someone else. It’s not Laura I like.”
"Who is it, then?"
Knowing he wouldn't give her an answer, she asked anyways. Out of curiosity if nothing else.. even if she didn't believe he didn't like the pink-haired girl.