"Impossible!"
Simon jumped up from his seat, his voice booming with defiance. His eyes were burning red as he snatched the photo from Aaron's hands.
Aaron had pulled a fast one. The photo only showed the back of some mysterious guy, with no evidence of Dylan holding a gun.
Aaron patted Simon’s shoulder. “Come on, deep down, you know it’s true. I even think Clara might’ve had a thing for Dylan all along. Maybe she was hanging around you just to get his attention. How else do you explain Dylan showing up at her graduation?”
Simon’s face turned even paler, but he and Dylan didn’t look alike at all.
He let out a bitter laugh, not completely fooled. He threw the photo back at Aaron. “If she’s into Dylan, then who’s this guy in your photo? That’s not Dylan. You’re just trying to mess things up between Clara and me!”
Aaron chuckled, lighting a cigarette. “Do I really need to mess with your relationship? I don’t have to lift a finger, and she already can’t stand you. As for this photo, I’m not sure if she likes Dylan or this mystery man. I haven’t figured out who he is yet. But if it’s Dylan, it all adds up. After she lost her memory, she’s been all about Dylan, treating him like he’s the best thing ever. Doesn’t that say something?”
Simon clenched his fists, feeling a wave of humiliation unlike anything before.
He used to brag about Clara being all over him, even made it a joke among friends. Never thought Clara saw him as just a stand-in, someone she could easily ditch.
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