Chapter 3
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I tried to push him but his ripped arms killed it for me. I wanted to laugh. Girlfriend? Seriously? I looked at him in disbelief before shaking my head.
Thad shrugged like it’s nothing. He looked like it was normal. He didn’t even question Major anymore! Instead, he looked out and served other guests. Damn it. Where the f**k is my drink? I feel like I need to drink right now.
“Excuse me—”
I was about to call him when this annoying man, apparently named Major blocked my line of sight. He's frowning at me.
“What's your problem?” I asked him, already annoyed at this crazy guy in front of me.
“Thad's a playboy. You shouldn't lurk around him,” he said in a warning. He sounded so serious like he’s not happy that I am about to talk to a stranger when he’s a stranger to me himself.
I narrowed my eyes at him. And to think that he’s the one to talk, huh? Did he really think he’s the decent one here? That’s absurd. I already know from the start that he’s one of the most notorious playboys—if not, the most—that I have ever met in my whole life.
I rolled my eyes and looked for the bartender once again for my drink. Damn. I want to have fun tonight. I want to have fun for the whole three weeks I'll spend here. But this guy is annoying me.
He blocked my sight again. “Jean.”
I turned to him with eyes narrowed, staring intently. Jean? Did he call me Jean?
He stared back at me, unfazed by my questioning stare at him. Why does it actually seem so normal for him to call me my name?
“How did you know my name?” I asked him.
He stared back at me before smiling. “On your phone case?” he asked in a teasing tone.
I felt my blood rush to my cheeks. I suddenly realized that I indeed have my name Jean on my phone case. I had it customized for me from one of my friends’ booths in the last school fair. Okay, that was definitely embarrassing on my part.
I pursed my lips and collected my cool to recover from my embarrassment. I don’t want him to think that he got me there. Although, he really did.
“What?” I sneered but he just shrugged. He bit his lower lip like he’s trying to stop a smile from creeping out of his lips. It annoyed me more.
I rolled my eyes for the nth time before looking at the glass displayed right in front of me. I want to drink, alright. I want to get drunk because I know for a fact that I won’t have fun to the fullest if I don’t get wasted tonight. The only thing that would push me to dance in the middle of the crowd is to make me drunk. As in, drunk drunk. Like stupid drunk until I could no longer walk nor remember everything that happened. I just want to lay it all out without thinking about anything. I will only allow myself to do this right now.
“I’m Major, by the way,” he said when he somehow realized that I won’t talk to him anymore because I am already busy downing my drink.
I squinted my eyes at him before glaring at him again. “I know. I heard,” I replied as nonchalantly as I could because I don’t want to make it sound like a big deal to me. It’s just his name anyway.
He let out a hearty laugh before shaking his head. “Really fierce,” he mumbled under his breath.
I am not fierce and I am definitely not rude. As a matter of fact, I am soft-spoken. I rarely even talk at school. I don’t like talking to a lot of people. I only have few friends. I am not a social butterfly like Kiara. I was happy with the way my life was going. But then, I am not the type who would just keep quiet when someone is trying to annoy or bully me. I just know when to talk and when to shut my mouth.
I ignored him. I wouldn’t feed the troll of course.
“Why are you out here alone?”
I pursed my lips. Why does this man think that I would answer every question that he has?
“Were you trying to forget someone?”
I pursed my lips tighter. He’s so nosy!
“Or are you traveling like me?” he asked again. “I travel to spite my Dad you know.”
Now I looked at him with a raised brow. Is he really telling me about this now?
He smirked victoriously. “Got your attention?” he teased. And I hate that he’s right about that.
“Why do you even care?” I replied in an obviously frustrated and annoyed tone.
He laughed like I just cracked a joke. “Well, if you’re here because you’re trying to forget, I might be the best choice that you have. I’ll make you forget everything, you know.” He grinned, flashing his perfect set of white teeth. “However if you’re only here to have fun, that is even better. I can have fun with you.”
I raised my brow. He seemed so carefree. He looked free-spirited now compared to my first impression about him. He was so rude to the blondie kid by the beach that if it’s possible that he would push her away, he would.
But then he’s different with me. Is it possible for men to be like this? Will they treat girls differently? All along, I thought every man just likes all types of women. Well, especially with that kind of face. He could bang any girl he wants because of his s*x appeal.
“Why would you do that? I’m a stranger,” I asked, shrugging.
He smirked and shrugged. “Why? Don’t married couples start from being strangers first?” he asked me back. “And besides, I like you. You’re not like the girls who throw themselves at me. You’re different.”
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