Only in London

Chapter 3: A Damsel In Distress

Chapter 3: A Damsel In Distress

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        "Are you an American Idiot?"

        I saw surprise in Shane's eyes as the question left my mouth. Then the corner of his lips lifted up into a smirk when he understood what I meant. Even the stupid smirk looked good on him.

        "Well that was unexpected." He stated as I saw curiosity building in his eyes.

        What did that even mean? Unexpected? Did he expect something totally different?

        "Urm, thanks?" It came out sounding more like a question because I had no idea how to respond to that.

        "Ron come here for a bit." Aunt Lila called out to Ron. All three of us turned to Aunt Lila and Shane and I watched Ron's back as he walked towards his mother.

        "I could've meant unexpected in a bad way and not in the good way, you know." He bluntly said causing my head to snap in his direction. He then took the empty seat beside me.

        I rolled my eyes at his logic and decided to ignore it because it was stupid. Instead, I tried to think up of something to ask him so that there wouldn't be an awkward silence between us. After a few seconds of thinking, I gave up. 

        What a pity, since I obviously was the greatest social butterfly the century has seen.

       What? Atleast I bothered trying.

        Tired of thinking, I simply asked what was on my mind.

        "So what did you mean then?"

        "Hmmm?" He asked, questioning me with his eyes.

        "When you said unexpected, what did you mean?"

        He let out a low chuckle and looked me in the eye before turning his head to see whatever was ahead of him.

        "Whenever I wear this shirt – or any other band shirt for that matter, girls would tell me what a great choice I have in music and how much they love the band but, truth is, they don't give a damn about the band or their music." There was a cocky twist to his smirk, one that earned a scoff from me. And he just had to be so full of himself. 

        "Oh, don't try to hide it, sweetheart." He winked, giving a charming smile that he must have practised thousands of times with different victims.

        I snorted ungracefully at the thought of girls wanting to actually be with this guy purely for his looks. Don't get me wrong, I may actually admit that I was maybe slightly attracted to him if he has more than just looks and an ego bigger than a hot air balloon. But that would be the same as me saying that I would stop watching Sherlock. It ain't ever gonna happen.

       "Don't call me sweetheart. And oh yes, of course, how could I ever try to hide it especially with the unmistakable affection in my voice and actions right now?" I asked in an overly exaggerated tone as I kept my glare on Shane.

        "I'm glad we're on the same page, sweetheart. So shall it be at my hotel room or yours Mikayla, or should I call you Kay bear?" His smile turned smug when he took in my horrified expression and he reclined in his chair while draping an arm over the back of my chair, with playfulness and arrogance swirling in those dark brown pits.

        I was appalled by how highly he actually thought of himself and his idiocy. And eww Kay Bear was a big no no. He thought I wanted him. The nerve of that guy. The last time I checked, his name wasn't Francisco Lachowski so no I do not want him. Although he's married with a kid which would make it weird for me to want him but that is besides the point. Point is, I am not some desperate bimbo to even think of going out with someone as arrogant as him. Who cares if he was hot, I'm not a Veronica.