SELENA'S POV
“Arthur's not a friend, is he?”
It was about time he asked. After witnessing our very unfriendly banter towards each other twice, it was right he asked. Anyone would be curious to know, and I couldn't blame him.
My hands fiddled on my thigh as I blew out a breath, looking on at the Horizon's landscape from his windshield. The sky had taken on a darker hue of orange-pink, and the sun's intensity slowly waned as it slowly took shade behind the flurry of clouds. Dusk was arriving, and I didn't have to worry about dinner any longer.
“He's not,” I replied. “He's…” It was even more hard to utter it to David than it was to bear it in my thoughts. “an ex of mine.”
“Oh,” he glanced at me. “That explains a lot.”
“Yeah,” I sighed. “He was a jerk.”
Silence took over after my st
