POV: Betty Oliver

Whilst I was walking Felix out the building of the apartment, we stayed silent. As he was fixing his perfectly styled hair, I shook my head in disbelief. Am I that forgettable? That was when an unexpected thought popped in my head; what if this Felix isn't the same Felix that kissed me. There are millions of tall, blonde guys with gorgeous blue eyes called Felix around the world. What are the chances that he is the Felix? Not much. I wondered if it hurt to try to test him, just in case they were the same people; and with that, I remembered that the Felix was French and moved to England during the middle of year 8. This topic seemed like something I could easily test him on. 

"So...," I stuttered, my instincts were recommending me to shut my curious mouth in that instant, "How long have you lived here Felix?"

His eyes locked onto mine, giving me uncomfortable nostalgia. I could tell that he wondered how I guessed that he wasn't from around here since he did have perfect English. It didn't seem like most people asked him this question; which probably explained the unpleasant look on his face.

"Umm, you know, Jess told me," I lied quickly; before he could ask. I wanted to get myself out of a weird situation immediately; as the familiar feeling of regret filled every inch of my body. That is when I noticed that he rolled his eyes at me; which at first I ignored and thus we carried on walking. My first thought was: he must be having a bad day, everyone has bad days. But that all changed when he looked at me with such distaste and when a slight wrinkle appeared on his nose. With that, it felt a demon inside me was released and my rage escaped.

"What's your problem?" I stopped walking as I questioned him.

"Look, Betty?" he said with raised eyebrows, I gave him an insecure nod (knowing that he obviously already forgot who I was), "I flattered but I am not interested in getting to know you or talking about 'old times'. Don't tell me that Jess actually told you that; as I haven't mentioned that to her yet."He said as he put his hands through his hair, making him appear wild and reckless. That is when I realised my mistake, it seems like Felix is the same Felix I have once gone to secondary school with; with a major difference, he was now neither sweet nor kind as he once was. The thought of him thinking that I am stalking him just made me want to throw up.

"Trust me, I have been with many girls and you're not really my type. To be honest, I completely forgot about you. Just let me and Jess be, she doesn't need to feel uncomfortable just because of you two like the same guy. " My eyes grew wide open, 'like' is present tense. He thinks I still like him. He must be very self-confident to think that I still like him and have for over 6 years. Which made me question; did I? I quickly shut that out of my head. 

"Don't be ridiculous, I am not even interested in you," I crossed my arms nervously and let out a little laugh (which didn't sound convincing at all), "Besides, I have no idea what you even mean by 'old times'."

"Look, I saw your face when you looked at me. Surely, you know what I mean by that," he said, giving me a cheeky wink (much to my distaste), "Or do I need to remind you?" he leaned closer to me, I could almost feel his breath on my skin. This really creeped me out and made me take a step away from him, to create a distance between us that I was comfortable with.

"N-o." I stuttered, gulping heavily.

"Good. Now, my best recommendation for you is to forget about me and 'bonding' or whatever Jess meant by that." he said as he put a cigarette in his mouth and walked off.

I never thought that I would see Felix again, and I certainly would have never believed what a self-loving jerk he has become. Although I had to admit to myself, he was quite a charmer. NO, no. That day I made myself a secret vow; I won't ever fall for a guy like Felix Martin. And with that, all my happy memories of Felix seemed to fade away.