A Liars Game

Ch. One

"I love you." The words rolled off my tongue almost unexpectedly. They were three simple words, but I knew how much power they held, even coming out of a mouth like mine. I watched as the girl holding my hands eyes widened at her end of the round table. Those big gray saucers on her face made her cuter than she already was.

"I-I don't k-know what to...I don't know what to say." She lowered her eyes to the banquet of pink,white, and crimson roses in her lap. I caught her staring a the tag. $19.95. Darn it! Why didn't I rip that off before I sounded cheap.

"How about I love you, too?" I hinted to her. I shouldn't have to hint anything. Its practically a human tradition. If someone tells you they love you its an instinct to tell them you love them back. I looked into her eyes partially hoping I could read her emotions from there. This was the Melanly Carter. St.Jose's Private School's Soccer coach that had AAHD when she was younger. Prom Queen two times in a row and my girlfriend for over 2 years. She was almost never quiet and I knew her well enough to know something was wrong. The way she pulled on the necklace around her neck told it all.

"Are you okay?" She jerked her hands away from mine and I noticed the tears filling up in her eyes.

"Get the fuck away from me!" Her outburst earned stares from the neighboring couples around us.

"lower your voice please. We can talk about whatever in the car. Just not in here."

"Why should we! Everyone here should know how much of a jackass you are!" She pushed away from the table and stood to tower over me in her red heels.  "You bring me to Paris and your telling me lies the whole way to this shit pot." She pulled out her phone and I gestured toward the waitress, but either she didn't understand or was avoiding the situation. I just wanted to pay for the meal and slip out to my Ferrari. I knew what Melanly was talking about, but playing dumb would be better than owning up to anything. Especially with a girl that could kick anything ten feet into the air, including my head.

"Melanly,sweetie, chill. I have no idea what your rambling about, but whatever it is, it can wait until we get back to the hotel." I looked around and nearly fell out my chair. Everyone was watching us. I just hoped none of them understood English.
"Ça va. Retour à votre repas !" I attempted to calm the crowd down.

"Bloody Americans always causing a scene." I turned toward the man and shouted varies insults back.

Melanly shoved her phone into my face and messages of me and a girl was on her screen.

"Look asshole! You're a fucking cheater ya dead beat. Who is this bish?" Spittle from her angry mouth landed on my face. Spit. My face. Spit on my face? Spitting on someone is considered the most disrespectful act in mankind. Well, at least to me.

"Shut the hell up! We're through." I stood up and tossed a tip on the table for the waitress.

"You can't leave me! We're through when I say we're through," I walked towards the exit and unlocked my car with my key chain.

"Come back!" I turned towards her and gave my best imitation of puppy dog eyes.

"Melanly, your a gorgeous woman, but guess what? Your not wort it. Find your own way out of Paris. Good bye." The emotions boiling on her face were amusing. She was pretty and I bet she'd have a new man by the time I put the car in ignition. She grabbed a plate of the table and threw it. Dumbass!, I thought as I clutched my shoulder. Why didn't I dodge that? She grabbed the money of the table and marched pass me giving me a good view of her legs in her mini skirt.
"Your gonna miss this. I'm leaving. Tootles ya bish." She blew me a kiss and exited the restaurant. I never saw her again.