Chapter Four
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Chapter Four:The face of hurt feelings truly must have evolved
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"See why we need to get out of here? Even the oldies want to steal me." I cannot tell if he is joking or still just having an inflated head but I do not grace him by laughing.
I wish we had left before we had to order, but now it is way too late. I might as well use the opportunity to finally get him to get it!
"If you listened for a second, you would have heard me tell you that you were not talking to me, so I promised you nothing, really. All I am asking you to do, no, begging you to do, is to forget any of this ever happened. Please. Nothing can blossom out of this and nothing is going to blossom out of this" I point around between him, me and the table to make myself clearer.
"I will settle whatever cost you incurred because of this lie, you have my word." I raise my pinky finger and he grabs my hand instead of interlocking his finger with mine. Before I am even aware of where he is going with it, I feel the warmth on the top of my hand and a gasp leaves my mouth.
"what are you doing?" I exclaim as I wipe away the kiss very evidently like I did not like it one bit!
In reality, I have no Idea why my body would betray me the way it just did and basically make me shudder and make my stomach to back flips.
"wow! My feelings are actually hurt! In what era is a kiss on the back of the hand offensive to girls? I learn something new everyday!" he leans back into his chair and smirks at me after he brilliantly puts his hands behind his head.
I have a feeling he is not going to make this end easily at all!
" Yeah... The face of hurt feelings truly must have evolved too." I think out loud as I continue to recover from how she surprised me. I can still feel his kiss on my the back of my hand, however that is possible!
"and now you are just checking me out. Real complicated these girls!" he keeps that smirk and just shakes his head. I can feel his eyes burning into me but I refuse to let that shake me, at least not too much.
"it looks even better with this shirt off, and you could be your own judge if you just let me get us out of here!" he continues and I have to take a breath in to get my brain to work again after hearing that.
I will just not look at you them, sir !
I roll my eyes internally at how hard this has been, he has been to just get away from. I am starting to think that maybe I might not want to get away just yet.
He has unearthed something that triggers obsessive behaviour in me. He is acting way too one dimensional, and that is not a thing.
The whole cocky bastard act is a mask, and I live to remove masks, just for the satisfaction of proving something.
You do not need to see underneath that mask... Serial killer possibility, hello? Thinks he is a Lycan, hello?
I quickly remind myself of everything that is at stake here before trying to convince myself that this can just end here without me making him crack and reveal his vulnerable side.
I decide that I am going to resist the urge to do something and force him to reveal his true personality, and not the charade he is giving me, but there is one thing I cannot resist asking him.
How the f**k did he end up on that dating app? A guy as good looking as he is should have no problem scoring girls. He can get girls way prettier and hotter than me, so why the effort to join such a deluded site?
"Why did you create your account?" I suddenly blurt out after thinking of how to word it.
Since I am stuck here and he refuses to listen to me as I tell him the truth, I might as well kill time doing anything other than watching his ego get inflated. In fact, this should be a question to trigger some humility for once.
"I have f****d all the options I have, and none of them have me a reason to come back for seconds." he doesn't even struggle with the reply.
Wow! Forget I said anything about humility!
"Your head is just getting bigger by the minute!" I shake my head at him, still in utter disbelief.
"what do you expect when you have been looking at me like that?" he bobs his head forward to basically point at me and I suddenly try to become more aware of my faces.
"I know, the ink gets to every one of you." he says it like it is a fact, and I hate how he generalises.
I am nothing like the girls that let him get away with messing with their emotions and then letting him bounce!
"I just want to know why you have a f*****g dragon on your chest, is that a sin?" I am able to recover from the embarrassment of being caught fast, because truly speaking, I was checking him out and his tattoos are not bad to look at!
"This was a dare, and it was rushed. The best ones are hidden under the layers but you obviously aren't desperate enough to have a look, Sweet cakes." he calls me that cringe name again and I literally recoil on the inside.
"I am starting to think you do not know my name." I confess and he just smirks at me before saying my full name.
Oh those girls are in such trouble! I literally flip!
"What exactly did my friends promise you? Because as I have already mentioned, you were not even talking to me!" I decide to do a bit of digging to figure out why he is acting how he is. Maybe Tracey was leading the texting and she decided she was going to inflate his ego so much he will not even be able to breathe! It would not be the first time that she did!
He only states at me in response before he just draws his phone out of his pocket and presses it briefly before placing it on the table and letting it slide all the way to me.
I give him a questioning look and he tilts his head to the side like it should be obvious already what he is trying to do.
"What? I would not let a stranger touch my phone so I am just making sure." I hold my hands up in mock surrender before carefully grabbing it.
"you have permission to be a bad date for a few minutes and refresh your memory." he crosses his arms and just watches me.
My eye fall on the screen and the first text I see makes me want to recoil so horribly.
"Can't wait to see you, you dreamy thing!"
Oh my f*****g god!
I would have never said that!
Sounds a lot like Tracey! She is my roommate out of the bunch and I know her way too well to be mistaken.
"Scroll to the top, it looks like you need it." he insists and I gulp hard before doing as he says.
It feels like my finger is moving endlessly as I see all the messages that were exchanged, within such a short amount of time!
I finally get to the top and am surpired to see that he sent the first message.
I go through everything, scanning quickly through most of them to avoid wasting a lot of time. I am still able to gather a lot though and in the end there is one conclusion that I can make!
Those f*****g witches made me sound like the complete opposite of myself! They made it sound like I am some little freaky girl full of fetishes that fill a list too long to read in one day!
No wonder he was expecting me to just get off this seat and go f**k him!
I was more embarrassed than anything, which does not make sense because I was not even the one responsible for such horrid behavior!
Not only did they make me sound like a freaky, fetish full creep, they made it sound like I am all those things because he exists, and I want to do all those dirty things they wrote over text to him.
"I swear I did not write those messages, my friends did because they want me to stop being an uptight prick! I did not even know you before I got here, how can you be my secret crush when I have no idea you exist?"I am failing to stress how true it is that I am not behind this, and my desperation is driven heavily by the way he is already looking at me like I am just full of excuses!
"Clearly it did not work." He smirks at me before shrugging and I scrunch my brows.
"What are you talking about?"
"You are still an uptight prick, you are not entirely a hopeless case though, if you let me take over where they left off." He suggests and I cannot lie and say he did not surprise me by saying that.
"You have to be hella uptight or a f*****g liar to not know who Ryan Engler is!" He insists and the curiosity begins to kill me.
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