Brian.
I shook his hands off of me and kept on talking to Claire, trying to ignore his stares. He put his arms around me but I stood up and went to Marcos, who was flirting with some girl. I really didn't care If I was going to be the third wheel, I just needed to get away from Brian. Brian had on a London black shirt and jeans. His hair was kind of messed up(I wonder how it got messed up). Marcos saw me and left the girl. We worked up an interesting conversation and I was trying my best to ignore the girl shooting me Death rays.
"Hey" Brian said, once again, putting his arm around me. For a second, Marcos looked mad, but only for a second. If I blinked, I wouldn't have seen him do that. I shrugged Brian off and continued talking to Marc.
"I'm going to borrow her for a moment if you excuse me" Brian pulled my arm. I tried to break free, but damn, he was strong.
"What's up"
"Nothing" I assured him.
"Oh come on don't lie" he said.
"So how was your night Brian?"
"Oh it was good, you know, that blonde-" I cut him off.
"Shut up, I don't want to know about your night with that dumb blonde" I said, my voice shaking. "You know, most people wouldn't tell a person I love you and then go f*ck another person. Thats pretty cruel to the person if you ask me."
I felt tears coming to my eyes. Curse my sensibility.
"Im not done talking to you" I screamed, covering my face.
I ran to my room, only hearing my name being called over and over again.
