I walked along the sidewalk, a cigarette resting against my bottom lip, crossing my arms tightly over my chest as I dodged the people walking past.
As I turned the corner, I leant against the wall, my eyes glued to the warehouse that my dad owned, debating weather I should go in or not.
I inhaled deeply from the cigarette, letting out a sigh.
"You know those are bad for you" a guys voice rang from beside me.
"Hadn't heard" I said sarcastically, taking another drag from the cigarette.
"That's funny, you should put that in you're tombstone" he joked with a smirk on his face.
"You're hilarious" I flatly, looking back over at the warehouse.
"well that's not a happy face” he mocked, looking down at me
"Haha" I said sarcastically, flashing him a fake smile
“are you always in a mood or am I just lucky?” he asked
“yeah, it'll get a whole lot more moody. If you don't, ya know... FUCK OFF” I snapped taking another puff from my cigarette.
“sweetheart, that's no way to talk to someone you've just met, is it?” he mocked
“you know I had a talk with myself about that” I started
“yeah?” he asked raising his eyebrow
“turns out, I don't care” I shrugged
“your funny” he said sarcastically with a smirk on his face.
“and your a pain in my ass” I challenged
“Meh, there's worse place to have pain” he shrugged
I bit my lip to muffle my laughter.
I'll give it to him that was good.
He smirked down at me and raised his eyebrow mockingly.
"are you still here?”I said crossing my arms and raising my eyebrow.
“I'm leaving” he said holding up his hands in defence “see you around shawty”he said chuckled getting in a car across the street.
"Don't hold you're breath" I muttered, watching him drive off.
YOU ARE READING
complicated
Storie d'amoreWhen Lauren, daughter of one of Americas most notorious gangsters, is kidnapped by his rival Jason McCann, neither one of them could have imagined that they would have fallen for the other.
