After Reading My Boyfriend’s Mind, I Dumped Him for Good Chapter 07
My expression must have looked awful.
I mean, I hadn’t even done anything to him. All I’d done was ask for a breakup.
Who knew the school’s untouchable ice prince had such a filthy mouth inside his head?
“A breakup doesn’t need anyone’s permission.”
I brushed past Atticus and headed to the register to pay for my books.
The next morning, I got up early.
Sure enough, Atticus wasn’t waiting downstairs.
I’d spent the whole night wondering-why would someone who hated me stay with me for so long?
Then a memory surfaced.
At the beginning, I hadn’t been any different from all the other girls who chased after Atticus.
Back then-forget talking to me, he wouldn’t even look my way.
I wasn’t the prettiest, I wasn’t the smartest, but I was hands-down the most persistent.
Maybe he’d just never met anyone so shameless before. Eventually, he started responding to me once in a
while.
Then one day, a storm hit after school.
I saw him standing alone under the downpour while all the other students had already left.
Gripping my umbrella, I walked up and made the same offer I always did.
“No umbrella, Atticus?” I smiled. “Share with me?”
He looked at me quietly.
Then, with the tips of his ears turning red, he nodded.
From that day on, everything changed.
He started bringing me breakfast, waiting for me after class, spending weekends playing all kinds of childish
games with me.
Little by little, I occupied all of Atticus’s free time.
And naturally, every other girl who liked him just… faded away.
When I opened my laptop, I found several new replies to the post I’d made the day before.
[Honey, unless you’re writing fiction, sounds like he was just caught up in the moment. Got emotional and said yes.]
[Guys do dumb stuff when they’re touched. Then later they figure out you’re not really their type.]
[So he’s been trashing you in his head this whole time, and you just happen to unlock telepathy. Busted.”
[So when’s the breakup? Cool premise, but honestly-if you can’t feel it, he probably just doesn’t feel it.]
I sat at my desk staring at the comments.
Before I’d heard all those messed-up thoughts, I had felt it. I was sure Atticus treated me differently.
I was rubbing my temples when Sophia turned around. “Want to grab lunch?”
Jake grinned. “I heard they’re serving BBQ ribs in the cafeteria today.”
Distracted, I grabbed a tray and sat down with them.
Then a familiar voice suddenly reached me.
“Cecilia? You don’t usually eat here.”
I turned around.
Atticus stood there holding a tray, his expression unreadable.
Beside him, Julian looked surprised.
True. I almost never ate in the cafeteria.
I usually dragged Atticus off campus for lunch. He always said my favorite foods were junk.
“But I want to be alone with you.” I’d smiled and lifted a piece of popcorn chicken to his lips.
“Too many people in the cafeteria. Can’t exactly feed you here.”
The rest of his lecture died on the spot.
Blushing furiously, he’d opened his mouth and eaten the half piece I’d already bitten into.
The memory vanished as his current thoughts reached me.
[Won’t leave me alone. Does she have to be everywhere?]
The greeting I’d almost offered died in my throat.
I really had been blind. He disliked me this much?
When I didn’t respond, Julian, unfazed, just pulled Atticus over. “Mind if we join you?”
Before I could react, a pair of chopsticks appeared over my tray.
Atticus calmly picked out all the green onions from my food.
“Why didn’t you answer my calls?”
There he went again. Thinking one thing and acting another.
Before I could reply, Jake spoke first, “Aren’t you two broken up?”
Everyone fell silent.
Atticus’s hand paused briefly in the middle of removing another piece of green onion.
When he finally spoke, his voice sounded strangely unsteady. “I never agreed to it.”
[So annoying. Why’s everyone so damn annoying?]
Great. Now Jake was getting dragged too.
I set down my fork and looked up at him.
“A breakup doesn’t need your permission.”
“Besides, you never liked me anyway.”
Atticus’s brows knit together. There was clear frustration in his face.
“When did I ever say I didn’t like you?”
I just looked at him.
It was rare to see Atticus this worked up. Maybe I really had angered him.
Getting dumped by someone he thought was annoying, stupid, and disgusting? Had to sting his pride.
“Oh.” I looked away. “It’s not that you didn’t like me.”
A faint, bitter smile tugged at my lips. “It’s that I don’t like you anymore.”
Then I picked up my tray, turned around, and walked away.
