Relationship With My Boyfriends Best Friend

Chapter 66.

Swear on my own life, Jace shouts about every curse there is in the English language. Possibly even some in other translations. It hurts me how much he's hurting and it makes me want to go back in there and give his father a piece of my mind. This mans son is hurting and he could careless.

"Jace," I softy call to him as he slumps into his car and sinks to the ground. "Babe..."

"He's such a fucking prick," he angrily spits, throwing a pebble into the distance.

"He is," I agree, hoping it will diminish some of the anger that he is holding on to. It doesn't.

"I don't know why I even try," he laughs bitterly. "I don't know why I even fucking care. He's been like this for my whole life - I'm such a fucking idiot."

I swallow the lump forming in my throat, trying my best to be strong for him because that's what he needs.

"I shouldn't of brought you here." His eyes flash to mine, his blue iris' filled with pain. "I'm sorry."

I shake my head and crouch down in front of him, grabbing his hands. "Don't say that."

"But it's the truth, Nina," he tells me, crestfallen. "I should've known things wouldn't go well. Not with him being there."

"Jace-"

"I need to go," he lifts himself from the ground and opens the passenger door. "Or I may just lose my fucking mind."

I slide into the seat he's gestured to me, situating myself comfortably while he joins me shortly after. There's a silence between us that I can barely stand, but I don't know anything to say to change that. Jace drives, focusing solely on the road.

All of a sudden, we pull to a stop in a restaurant parking lot. The name is Andiamos, the wording of "Italian grill and bar" are imprinted just below the lit sign.

"What's are we doing?" I ask, already able to conjure up an idea.

"Since our dinner plans tonight were a bust," he pulls the keys from the ignition. "I have to feed you something."

I smile softly and follow him out of the car. He grabs my hand when we meet at the trunk of his vehicle and a warm feeling fills me. The hostess awaits us in her black attire, directing us to a seat for two.

The building is dimly lit on the inside, creating a perfect, romantic atmosphere. And as I begin to think, I realize that we've never officially gone on a date together.

"Why are you smiling?" He asks, breaking off a piece of the complimentary bread sticks and popping it in his mouth.

"Just thinking about how we've never actually gone on a date." I can't help but laugh at the look on his face.

"That's not true," he shakes his head. "We went to coney island that one time."

"That was before we were dating, Jace," I roll my eyes.

"Well, we also had that dinner at my house," he point out and I giggle.

"That is true," I agree. "But I mean like, out in public."

He looks thoughtful for a few moments before shrugging. "We did everything backwards."

"You are right there," I laugh again, our waitress coming around shortly after.

She introduces herself as Cassie and takes our drink orders. Jace jokes about ordering champagne and the poor girl probably would've believed him if he hadn't started laughing.

"You shouldn't do that," I scold him. "What if she actually sold you the champagne? She could've lost her job."

Jace shakes his head at me. "Then I guess she's just not very good at telling ages."