After Reading My Boyfriend’s Mind, I Dumped Him for Good Chapter 10
A dozen pairs of eyes landed on me at once.
My irritation only grew.
So I grabbed another unopened bottle of water, placed a napkin over the cap, and twisted it open with all my
strength.
The room fell silent for a few seconds.
Jake took a sip from the bottle he’d already opened and nodded seriously.
“Nice. Friction. Nailed it.”
I glanced at Atticus, who was still standing there, then looked away.
I was already plotting my exit. Stay a bit, make up some excuse, then bail. Everything about tonight was
annoying me.
Before, I’d thought his face was exactly my type. Now…
I frowned and looked over.
Only to discover that Atticus was staring at me through the gap between Jake and me.
His brows were slightly furrowed, his expression almost wounded-almost pitiful. His lips were pressed into
a thin line.
Fine. Face alone, he was still a hundred percent my type.
But that didn’t mean I was going to soften.
I pretended not to notice him and deliberately ignored the burning gaze fixed on me.
Of all the games we could’ve played, the first one was Truth or Dare.
The bottle spun and spun, then stopped-pointing right at me.
I sucked in a breath. Should’ve checked my horoscope before leaving the house.
“Truth.”
The room immediately erupted into cheers.
Someone looked at me, then at Atticus. “Why’d you dump our Atticus?”
Ever since we broke up, everyone seemed strangely invested in that question.
Maybe it was because Atticus was one of the most talked-about people at school.
Ever since I started chasing him, people had never stopped discussing us.
I had no interest in explaining that he didn’t actually like me.
So I changed my answer. “Actually, I’ll take Dare.”
The cheering got even louder.
Julian slapped the table and jumped to his feet.
“Give him a breakup kiss.”
The room exploded.
Someone laughed. “Come on, last time I saw them kiss, Cecilia started it. They’ve kissed a million times. One
more kiss is barely even a dare.”
“That’s boring. Pick something else.”
Atticus suddenly stood up. Without a word, he poured three shots.
“I’ll take the penalty for her.”
I had already planned to choose the drinking penalty instead of kissing him.
But the moment he stepped in, the room grew noticeably quieter.
“No way.”
“Wait, so she actually dumped him?”
I silently watched him finish the first glass.
Then the second. His brows drew tighter and tighter together.
Atticus had a weak stomach. Not bad enough that a few drinks would wreck him.
But still-he shouldn’t have been drinking like that.
