Another Wrong Turn?

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Taken

            Philip smiled at me sheepishly. “If you wanted to get it, then you go get it. You saw it first, after all,” he said, in his amazing British accent.

            I shook my head. “Nah. I already read the book. You go read it.”

            “Very well,” he replied and grabbed The Notebook. I was about to turn away when he said conversationally, “Fancy seeing you here.”

            I shrugged and then grabbed Dear John from the shelves. Well, it seems like he wants to talk to me. “Yeah, well, I have nowhere to go. My boyfriend is playing football right now and I told my friends to leave me.”

            He nodded slowly. “Ian always wanted to be a football player—an American football player.”

            “Ah…”

            “I assume he told you about us?”

            “Us?” I repeated innocently.

            He gave me a look. “Don’t play dumb with me. Of course he must told you about what happened with the three of us. You know, me, him and Patricia.”

            I reluctantly nodded. “Um, yeah… He told me.”

            “Don’t you know you look like Patricia?”

            “Yeah. I know I look like her,” I replied. “But if you’re thinking that’s the reason why I’m with Ian, you’re wrong. Ian loves me now.”

            “Funny. I really thought you were Patricia when we met the other day.”

            I nodded. “I was pretty shocked when I saw the picture of Patricia.”

            He looked at me as he cocked his head. “He has a picture of Patricia?”

            “Um… yeah.”

            Philip slowly nodded. “So do you love Ian?”

            I firmly nodded. “With all my heart. I love him.”

            “It’s nice that he found someone that truly loves him.”

            “Didn’t Patricia love him, too?”

            “Oh of course Patricia loved him,” he said dismissively. “Why would she pick him if she hadn’t?”

            I nodded, not really getting where this is coming. And so I decided to leave. “I really must go. See you around, Philip.”

            “Wait. Are you going to borrow that book?” he asked, nodding to the book on my hand.

            I shrugged. “Well, if you want to read it then I won’t borrow it.”

            “Nah,” he said, shrugging. “Never mind.”

            “See you around, then.”

            He gave one short nod and then opened the book he was holding. I walked away and to the counter to borrow the book. After borrowing the book, I left the library but was surprised to saw Philip, leaning on the wall casually and checking the time.

            “What are you doing here?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

            He grinned. “Waiting for you.”