CHAPTER 21 Not His Type

　　Evan

　　Mike ignored my glares and continued to flirt with Annie. I don't know what his deal was. Did he really like her, or was he just trying to fuck with me for some reason?

　　But Mike wasn't that type of guy. I've never seen him 'play' around. He just broke up with his long-time girlfriend Mary two months ago, so maybe he was on the rebound? But was Annie even his type? I stared at them while he chatted away about some game. I was burning with jealousy every time Annie smiled at him. I am going to kill him later.

　　"So, how come you have to wear such thick glasses? You can't see without them at all?" Mike asked.

　　"I can see a little. Just not well. Everything is blurry and kind of disoriented without them," she said.

　　"How about contacts? You have such pretty eyes. It's a shame that you have to hide them," Mike smiled.

　　"Thank you," she gave him a shy smile. "They don't work on me."

　　You really are blind as a bat, aren't you?" I chuckled.