Cupid's Target

9- THIS IS BULLSHIT

"Fucking pussy!" Wayne yelled, getting on top of the stranger and throwing punches at his face.

My heart was beating out of my chest now, and tears were forming in my eyes.

"Wayne, get off, please!" I shouted. It was no use. He continued to punch the man in the face.

"Don't (punch) ever (punch) disrespect (punch) her (punch) ever (punch) again (punch)" punches were being thrown from left to right. All I could do was scream and watch.

It was like a car accident you see. You want to look away, but you just can't bring yourself to it. It's such a horrible sight that you can't stop staring at. That's where I was at right now.

After Wayne got bored of punching him, he lifted him up by his collar.
"Apologize to her." He pointed to me.

I stared in Wayne's eyes, hoping to find an answer of how he was feeling. No use. His eyes were red, full of anger, but when he turned to me they softened. What does that even mean? Maybe he just feels pitiful for me.

"I-I'm sorry lady, I really am." The man stuttered. The whole time he spoke, his eyes were glued to Wayne, frightened he was going to do something to him.

"Look at her and apologize." Wayne brought his loose fist to the his face, making the stranger and I both gasp in pain.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for disrespecting you." His face was full of blood and tears. He didn't resemble the guy that disrespected me, that's for sure.

"It's fine! I forgive you! Now Wayne, can we please leave?" I wiped one of the tears from my eyes and flashed him a small smile.

Did I forgive the man? Probably. I know he needed the money for a reason. He had no other way to get it, I'm sure. He just handled his feelings the wrong way. I wanted to get out of there right away. I didn't want to see Wayne pain me and the man again. I just wanted to go home.

Wayne threw the man to the ground, and gripped my arm, practically dragging me to the car.

He opened the door for me, placed me in the seat, and buckled me up once again. I noticed that on his knuckles there was some blood that I cringed at.

"Wh-where did he hit you?" He softly grabbed my face by my jaw, and I slightly gasped hoping he didn't notice.
"He hit you here? On your jaw?" He pressed on the spot, trying to get a genuine reaction from me.
"He didn't hit me." I grunted, trying not to scream in pain.

He slammed the car door in anger, and rushed to his side of the car.

"I'm sorry I let that happen to you. Your- your parents are gonna fucking murder me." He shoved the keys in the car and drove off, his leg tapping up and down.

"You shouldn't have done that to him. You could've just taken me away." I spoke my mind.
One thing I've always hated was violence. I always thought it was unnecessary, no matter how angry you are with another individual. It's idiotic and a waste of time.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Evelyn? I just fucking saved your ass! Not even a thank you?" He was literally shouting at my small comment, which made my mind stop functioning.

Wayne was like a test for me. A test I attempted to study for. I sit in my room wondering how to solve him. When I begin the test, I think I have all the knowledge I need. Then, all the questions are completely opposite of what I've learned or inferred. The studying was a waste of time, and I now know I won't pass this test.

I will never be able to solve Wayne out. No matter how hard I try.

This night was already ending on bad terms, so I didn't want to make it worse. I decided to keep my big ass mouth shut for once.

The car ride was silent, not a comfortable silence. In fact, it was the most uncomfortable I have ever fucking been in a car.

"Let's get you inside." He muttered before getting out of the car.

This time, he did open the door for me. I followed him to the front door, even though it's my house.

I knocked on the door, waiting for a response. Waiting..... waiting..... waiting....

"Don't you have a key or something?" Wayne asked breaking the silence.

"My parents have given me 11 keys in total. I've lost them all. They no longer trust me." I explained while banging on the door again.

"Okay, we'll call Nathan or something. I want to go to bed." He complained and threw his body against the door.

I pulled my phone out, only to receive a message.

"Shit." I said under my breath.

"What?" He was now holding his own body. "What's wrong"

I showed him the screen on my phone, and he was now more furious than he was before.

Imessage
Momma
Hey we went to sleepover ur aunts house, have fun tonight ;)

"Are you fucking kidding me!?" He hit the door in anger, and I gasped at his actions.

"Sorry." I looked down at the ground and played with my hands.

"Come on." He pulled my hand and dragged me to the car, proceeding to do what he always does when we get in.

"Where are we going?" I asked staring out the window as he drove off.

"My mom is having this sleepover at her friends house, too. Plus, I have a sister about your size that left to college. I'm pretty sure she has some stuff that you could sleep in." He gripped the steering wheel, making his bloody knuckles turn white.

"Sooo? Also, do you need help with your knuckles?" I questioned and leaned back in the seat.

"You clueless individual." He muttered.
"We're having a sleepover, whatever you want to call it."I saw a small smile form on his face, which made me want to scream.

A sleepover with Wayne. The hottest bad boy in the school. I would love to say I'm honored, but I can't help but imagine how many girls have been in this room of his, or how often his mom has sleepovers somewhere and he invites girls over. I didn't feel comfortable with this idea, but I was doing nothing to stop it from happening.

"A- a sleepover?" I stuttered and hugged myself from the cold AC.
"Yes. A sleepover." He scoffed.

"Why?" I twirled my hair around my index finger.
"You have no where to stay. I'm going to be home alone. It's the least I could do for you." He shrugged.
"You know, other than beat up some random man in an alley." He brought up again. I immediately rolled my eyes.

I grabbed my phone and began to dial Amber
"Who are you calling?" He turned to me and tried snatching the phone.
"Amber." I said moving my hand.

"Oh hey!" I heard on the phone.
"Thank god you're awake I-"
"HAHAHAH YOU FELL FOR IT! You're talking to my voicemail right now you loser. Anyways, I'm probably asleep or watching a rom com. Leave a message!"

That. Little. Bitch.

I heard a snicker leave Wayne's mouth. I slapped his arm, making him grunt.

"Sorry, Cherry. You got to deal with me now!" He took a hand off the wheel and threw his arm over my shoulder, bringing me into his arm.

"This is bullshit. Absolute bullshit." I scoffed.

Until next time, j