𝙋𝙊𝙎𝙀𝙍.

“Yeah, I’ve been wondering the same thing” Jake replied with a forced smile before it simmered right back down to a frown. Of course he knew why he kept Blue around. She might’ve been difficult but they were the same in a lot of ways. They weren’t part of the socialites despite how much Blue tried. She wasn’t them. And that might have been the most beautiful thing about her. “You never call her by the right fucking name, you never even gave her a chance. It’s over, you don’t gotta lie about how terrible you were about her” There was no point. Most of the time he tolerated since it never got out of hand but right now he found it a little annoying that she wanted to pretend she was perfectly nice. It was fake. Something Blue never wore very well. “You know she might’ve been a socialite but she tried to help people, she really did. So can we not turn this into trashing my ex because that ain’t what I want to do. That ain’t what I’m about.”

Blue cocked a single eyebrow, trying to figure out if he was serious or not. This was how she usually was around him, but maybe he was more upset about this breakup than she initially thought. “Why are you acting like you’ve got a stick up your ass? You know damn well why you keep me around and you knew what I’d be like around your girlfriend. I’m the same way with every girl you’ve ever introduced to me,” she pointed out with a roll of her eyes. He was making many very fair points, not that she felt bad about any of it. Jacob was too good for Sabrina and that was all she had to say about that particular relationship of his. “Don’t blame me for your failed relationship! I was a little mean to her, so what? She’s a big girl, she should be able to get over it. You could’ve just stopped inviting me when she was around, it’s not like I wanted to witness the two of you packing on PDA.” In fact, that was probably the most unappealing image ever. Was she bitter or jealous? Probably a combination of both, which made her particularly mean. “Whatever. Why don’t you stand outside her window with a boombox if she’s such a saint and you love her so fucking much? In my opinion, though, you can do much better.”

“I’m really not in the mood today, Blue” Jacob said, shaking his head. He didn’t want to drink or talk trash about his ex-girlfriend. While he was sad that the relationship was over, he didn’t wish her any ill will despite the heartbreak she caused. “We just wanted different things. She wanted more. I couldn’t give it to her” To put it vaguely. Still, as Blue continued, Jacob decided that if he just told her then it’d be done with so that’s what he did, “She didn’t like you and I hanging out. I told her I’d never be the guy who gave up his friends for a girl” He shrugged his shoulders because he was still sticking to that decision, “She also thought I should get a real job, give a shit about my own life instead of everyone else’s.”

“You’re never in the mood, Jakey. Sometimes I wonder why you even keep me around,” she said with a dramatic sigh, picking up her glass to take a sip of the dark liquid. He was probably asking himself the same question right about now, but she hoped he was to nice to agree. “I don’t really get it then. Shouldn’t you be happy it’s over if you didn’t see it going anywhere?” Blue sobered slightly when he brought up the actual reason why things had ended between them, her eyes quickly dropping to avoid his. “Oh, please, I wasn’t even that mean to her. If I’d given her a hard time then maybe I could see where she’s coming from, but I was on my best behavior. She had no reason to hate me that much. It’s not like I gave her any reason to see me as a threat.” The second reason pissed her off even more than the one that concerned her. She might give Jacob shit about his save the world shtick, but she never so much as implied she wanted him to change in any way. Because she didn’t. “She’s an idiot. The girl’s a socialite. Is she aware that that’s not a ‘real’ job? She makes a living of showing up places and socializing. At least you’re trying to make a difference.”

Finally closing his laptop, Jacob pushed it onto the coffee table and let out a heavy sigh. Once Blue made up her mind it was hard to get her to change it so he figured he’d play into whatever faux girls night she wanted to have right now and then it’d be over and he could go back to his routine. “We broke up, that’s it” He was simplifying it but at the end of the day the result was the same. He was alone. “Didn’t fit into each other’s lives or some bullshit” he shrugged, since that had been said somewhere along the way. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t hate her or anything, I’m just trying to deal on my own time, so you comin’ around askin’ questions ain’t helping.”

Blue could tell Jacob was annoyed, but that never stopped her from harassing him some more. In this case, she actually wanted the information he was keeping to himself too, which wasn’t helping his case any. “People don’t just break up, there has to be a reason for it,” she said between two bites, her mouth still somewhat full. “That’s it? I don’t believe it. You saw each other often enough and she seemed completely into you last time I saw her at the Women’s March. I even think she was trying to make a point with all the PDA she was packing on.” She pocked at his side with her foot insistently. “It’s been a week and you say you’re fine, so... I don’t see what the problem is with me asking questions. Come on, tell me. We’re basically best friends and best friends tell each other everything.”

It had been two weeks since Sabrina had broken up with Jacob. Unfortunately, Jacob still wasn’t quite over it. Did he even love Sabrina? No. Not yet. But the potential had been there and for Sabrina to end things over something Jacob found rather trivial, well, it was a bit devastating. The reason for their break-up, however, was still unknown to everyone else since he refused to talk about it and he doubted Sabrina would be running her mouth either. He was sitting on his couch catching up on an NPR podcast when Blue seemed to have left herself in –– not empty handed of course, which was probably the only reason why he didn’t look so offended. “Like I said over text, I’m fine” He reiterated with a heavy sigh as he continued to scroll through his computer. “Already ate and not in the mood for a drink right now. Besides, pretty sure you have better things to do.”

The brunette put the bag and the bottle on his living room table and headed for his kitchen for two spoons and glasses––completely ignoring his complaints. “Like I said over texts, I call bullshit,” she said, coming back to the couch with her arms full. She had no idea what exactly happened between the two of them, but there was no way Sabrina dumping him had left his pride completely unscathed. Sitting next to him, she leaned over to pour two glasses and uncap one of the ice cream pints. “If I had better things to do, I wouldn’t be here. Now take your drink and put that away for a second. I still don’t know what happened between you two.” She slid his glass his way on the table and proceeded to eat ice cream right from the container, sitting so that she was facing him. “Come on, I want details.”