Ignore the text.

You didn't promise that blonde bimbo a damn thing. Besides, you'd hardly call what you just did bullying. You stuff your phone back in your pocket and grab the drinks. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Kevin watching you, every so often casting a glance in Gemma's direction. The little turd had the gall to break off his friendship with Gemma, yet still pined for her. What a deluded idiot. You head back to the booth and hand Gemma her Diet Coke.

"So why didn't we ever become an item?" you ask, slightly envious of the fact someone managed to put a ring on it.

"Us? As a couple?" she bursts out laughing. "Alex, you're a phenomenal lay, but you're an absolute scumbag. Let's be honest, we just used each other for sex. We were fuckbuddies, not friends. Hell, the only reason I'm here now is because I'm bored."

"Ouch, tell me how you really feel," you say with a wry smile.

"As if you care," she winks. "That ego of yours is too massive for me to make a dent."

"You're right," you grin. "It's a great compliment that you hated my guts but still let me screw your brains out."

"Oh Alex..." she sighs, holding up her drink to cheer you mockingly. "If only you were a nice guy, then you'd be the perfect boyfriend."

The two of you start laughing and change topics, chatting for another half hour before it's time for her to go.

"Thanks for the lunch!" she smiles cheerily, giving you a wave goodbye. "I'm in town for another couple of days. Maybe I'll call you."