FUCK LOVE

CHAPTER 3

" Wow! That's some handy work you've done to that car."
A voice came from behind sending shivers down my spine. His voice was deep. It made me want to turn and look at him.

I acted unaffected by his words and just stared at the car panting. Looking at it I could only smile, that was some handy work I'd done.

He came and stood next to me." Not much of a talker are you? " Still I ignored him. " This belong to a lying boyfriend?"

Okay now I just had to turn. He was getting to my nerves. The moment I turned, I forgot I was supposed to give him a piece of my mind. Awe stricken. My teary eyes cleared.

He looked back into my eyes, as if reading my deepest darkest secrets. I should have looked away but I didn't. He smiled warmly and my heart began collecting it's pieces again.

" Ain't u a beautiful one. Too beautiful to be crying. "

He pulled out a handkachief and dried my tears. My eyes never once left his face. Bright brown eyes, white milky teeth, lower pink lip, sharp jaw line, silky shoulder length black hair. He was a prince in cheap jeans, leather jacket and a black cap.

"There we go." I finally got snapped back to reality and I quickly looked away. " My name is James." " Daina."
We shook hands and that was that.

He went back into the club and came out with two bottles of alcohol. We leaned on the car I'd just smashed to pieces and drank to whatever it is we toasted for. I couldn't remember clearly.

All I could look at was the way he smiled. His canines looked like fangs. Made him look cuter.

And just when the conversation was about to hit the peak, he got a call. He had to run.

" Will I see u again! " "Mexico ain't a big place!" " Nice meeting you! "

And just like that he was gone. It felt lyk I'd just taken a ride on a roller coaster. My feelings were all over the place. With a smirk, I turned and took a cab home.

Dad met me with a glare at the dining table." Jeez dad who broke your face."

I sat next to him this time and not El. Uncle looked at me weird like he knew something was wrong. I hadn't played around with El like I did every morning. I didn't ruffle his hair, much less look at him.

" You went out last night without your guards! Or even informing me."

"Okay...calm down dad. It's El' s fault he forced me to. Plus you know I can take care of myself."

Everyone turned to El who was still mourning the loss of his dear car. He looked up at me and I smirked and sipped a glass of wine. After a whole hour of scolding from Dad and uncle, I headed out to the gym in the highest floor to work out.

El was out. And all I could think about was James. Stupid life games.

Oh well....