Everything suddenly made sense.
The whole week he didn't return my texts and calls, making me worried and anxious; the monotonous answers, the ghosting on Christmas Eve, the hesitation to hug me back on cross-over night.
The pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place slowly forming a bigger picture in my mind.
"Repeat what you just said Tobi," I reiterated.
Unable to look me in the eye, he mumbled, "I said I'm back together with my ex-girlfriend."
"Look at me when you speak to me, Tobi. You've never had a problem doing that before, why are you avoiding my gaze now?" I said in a leveled voice, trying to keep my angst at bay.
With a defeated sigh, he finally met my gaze and I almost teared up.
How could such a beautiful person be capable of inflicting such emotional turmoil on another?
"So Michael was right when he said that you had a girlfriend and you didn't even like me. Why the whole pretense then?