Chapter 5：Sh-Shut up! (2/2)
”I... Well, as for my relationship status, it's been a year since the divorce was finalized. And if you're wondering, then... No, I don't want to talk about it. I'm just glad it's over, and I'm okay with the single life. Really.”
Thirsty, I bring my drink closer and suck through the straw.
Jett has a look of surprise, which is then followed by looking apologetic. ”Oh shit...! I'm sorry to hear that.”
For a moment, his hazel eyes wander, and he becomes silent, seemingly preoccupied with his thoughts.
Some time has passed, and Jett looks like he's finally ready to talk again. ”Yeah, feel free to tell me whenever you're ready. I want to let you know that you can talk to me... well, WHENEVER, Alright? I mean that. Oh, and... just in case you don't know, I still think of you as my best friend.” The sides of his mouth curve upwards, reassuring me with a tender look.
”It must have been rough, though. You still had to continue managing him, right?”
I bite my lower lip gently and shake my head. ”It honestly wasn't too bad. We did need a bit of time to adjust, but both of us, ultimately, were mature enough to continue our work relationship. It got better as time went on.”
”You also know how I'm doing career-wise, so I'll skip on that as well. As for my family, I still have my place, but I sometimes sleepover at my parents' house. They still kept my old room. They're rather odd like that. I guess it's because I'd have hardly seen them otherwise if I didn't go there from time to time. Without any siblings, the three of us do get lonely at times.”
”And now, for the moment you've been waiting for... Dun, dun, dun!!!!” His arms go wild as he pretends as if he's hitting some imaginary 'air' drums.
Unbelievable! I roll my eyes at him and lightly smack his arm, getting a laugh out of him in return.
Since childhood, getting a light smack from me is something I never fail to exact to anyone I'm close to. Only to those who dare do something as lame as 'that' in front of me.
”Sooo, you want to know my relationship status, eh? Well, I've got news for you! I'm... GETTING MARRIED!!!!! CONGRATULATE ME!” Jett then winks at me.
PFFT! I almost spit out the drink I was sipping through the straw.
I scoff and give him a skeptical look, ”YEAH, RIGHT! You're single as all hell, get out! Though... knowing you, I'd have been shocked if you had said otherwise and told me the truth.”
”WHAT?! How rude! I've even had a lot of girlfriends even after we split up, alright?!” He says defensively.
”... GIRL... FRIENDS... An emphasis on the 's'! Nothing to brag about, Mr. Harland.”
”It's almost child's play with your looks and status. So... what happened? I think you have even stopped dating for some time now, yeah? Hasn't it been about 1~2 years or something? That's pretty long for someone like you.” Right after saying that, I shoot him a warning look. Insinuating that I'll definitely smack him hard this time if he lies again.
”Ehh... I already find a lot of women annoying, so that already doesn't help. The ones that do stick around long enough, the relationship fizzles out every time I get way too busy. At least they have the decency to break up with me, I suppose rather than use me and cheat.” Jett replies with a disinterested expression.
”Of course, with that happening all the time, I gradually just kind of lost interest. I needed a change, so here we are! Jett Harland, the fledgling celebrity manager, reporting for duty. Sir!” After doing that (stupid) recap of his life, he rests his chin on top of his intertwined fingers. The weight from his head causes it to bow like a suspended bridge.
Jett closes his eyes; his sculpted features almost look otherworldly.
I ended up gawking at just how much more attractive he is these days. I greedily study the entire structure of his face. My eyes are flitting from his nose, then to his full lips.
He must have noticed that I was staring at him, as his long eyelashes flutter open - he stares back at me so intensely and without reservation, that I forget to breathe.