Behind His Smile ( Boys From Hell #4)

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| Mia |

He didn't crack.

Nor did he look insulted.

All he did was look at me with a cool smile on his face , the red rose in his hand making him look like a vampire prince who stepped out of a gothic movie.

"And what is my lane?" He asked .

I wasn't sure but I  had a feeling he was mocking me or maybe I was just looking too much into it?

I took a deep breath.

"Your lane is Brenda. Scurry to her." I said not mincing my words or sugar coating it.

I shouldn't care what he thinks about me because he doesn't matter to me at all.

He nodded stiffly. .his clear blue eyes moving from me to the students milling in. The once quite corridor was filling in with loud chatter.

"I'm over her. " He glanced at me . .that annoying smile still stuck on his face. It was annoying because it was affecting me!

I rolled my eyes. "And ? What am I suppose to do with that? "

"You're suppose to go out on a date with me." He said softly. The sleepy sexy eyes raking over my face.

I smiled mockingly.

"Who died and made you the queen?" I tapped on my chin for dramatic effect. "In case you didn't notice I don't respond well to orders."

"I'm not . I'm just—," he pushed his hand in his hair . .biting his lower lip and it caught my eyes seeing his lip turn bloody red!

That was hot!

"I'm trying to be a gentleman here. And still getting accused of being a scoundrel. " He lifted his hand and my eyes twitched at his move.

"This. . . is for you."

What?

For me?

Didn't he say—

My eyes turned into slits.

"One minute you tell me it's not for me and the next—"

"I swear it's for you. I was just. . messing with you. I like your. .fiery persona." He grinned his eyes on the flower and then onto me as if saying well? Won't you take it?

The flower was blood red and reminded me of  the most beautiful of spring days and. .the color—

It was just a freaking flower!

Nothing much!

I snatched the flower from his hand and he winced slightly at that.

The thorn caught on his skin— a red line streaked across the back of his hand as tiny drops of blood colored in.

He shook his hand and then placed his thumb on it. Trying to stop the blood.

"Sorry about that." I said quite blandly and I wasn't sounding sorry at all.

I mean I was sorry but it's not like he was gonna die from it so all was fine and dandy.

As he continued to press on it, I cut off the stick of the rose and tossed it away . .the big fat rose now laying in the palm of my hand.

"That was interesting." He commented now eyeing the rose warily.

I shrugged. " I'm only interested in the rose."

"But the thorns protect it." He said now checking his flesh.

"It doesn't matter. The rose is gonna be snatched anyways so. . .," I trailed off .