~ His Vixen

1 - just pretend

miles pov
"Thank you for coming with me babe. It's nice to see you out once and a while you know" Angela says while practically dragging me into a party I never wanted to be at.

I have always been known to be the chill stoner dude with daddy issues and an anger problem to the kids at school. I don't even know how I graduated high school. I just rather spend my time sleeping or smoking than do anything else, so being here is new for me. A type of new I didn't like.

I just groan and walk behind her, pulling out my cigarette. If I'm going to get through this night, I'm gonna need a smoke first. I walk in the mansion to see too many people dancing around with red solo cups in their hand to blasting music. Amazing.

"I'm gonna be back, Angie. I need to smoke real quick" I say heading for the back door before she could even respond. Pushing through the crowds of people while searching for an exit, I turn around to see if Angela is pissed and coming after me, or if she's already off somewhere else.

The second I turn my head the other way, I feel a body slam into mine. My head immediately snaps back in front of me to see a smaller girl with her hand on my chest trying to catch her balance. "Sorry" I mutter and try to push past her but she grabs my arm with her hand, holding me back. I turn back and look at her.

Shes pretty. She's got light brown eyes to match with pin straight light brown hair and light freckles spread across her cheeks. She has a little button nose and mesmerising lips with a perfectly shaped jaw line. Pause. What am I even talking about?

I zone back into reality and see worry in her eyes while she looks me up and down with a slightly trembling lip. Before I can get a word of question out, she grabs my hand in hers and intertwines our fingers, letting me feel her soft skin. She pulls into me for a second, acting as if she's going to kiss my cheek, but instead whispers in my ear 'just pretend'.

I stiffen immediately and as she's pulling away, another guy comes up to us. Hes older looking, maybe 25? 27? "Belle, why don't you just let me take you out somewhere? Why do you always have to be so complicated when you know you're easy" he says groaning at her.

I pull my arm over her shoulders while keeping our fingers intertwined, "Is there something wrong here?" I say looking between the two of them. He then looks at me like he didn't know I was there until now, his eyes looking at our hands, then her, then me.

"Nothings wrong. I was just gonna congratulate you man. I know that shits good" he says winking at me while smiling before walking off. Once he finally goes away, she rips my arm off of her and starts for the back door when I grab her arm like she did mine minutes ago.

"Woah, easy there. What was that about?" I say. She whips her head back towards me, staring deep into my eyes before looking down at my hand on her arm. She pulls her arm away, "Nothing you need to worry about" she says before starting for the back door again. "Not even a 'thank you'?" I say loud enough for her to hear. She slowly turns her head around giving me a 'what did you just say' look.

I shoot her the same look and she walks back towards me, every step closing the gap between us. "I didn't need your help, don't let that boost your ego too much your highness" she says sizing me up. I reply quickly, "You just used me to get away from that guy. Excuse me if I expect a 'wow, thank you for getting me out of that' or maybe even a 'I am so sorry for bumping into you', little miss feisty."

She scoffs at me while rolling her eyes and then walks towards the back door. That was interesting. Now that I can finally get a smoke, I go out the back door after her. There's almost no one out here except for other people smoking because behind the house is just woods. I sit in an empty rocking chair on the back patio and light up my cigarette, finally letting the smoke into my lungs.