ALL THE WORDS WE COULDN'T SAY

F O U R

"My dad's honestly going to kill me once he finds out all the shit I've taken. He's on this 'clean wave' or whatever the fuck that means." Sofia shared. I was actually getting along with her. No, she wasn't a friend but she was a good chat. And very intriguing since her accom could basically be a pharmacy.

"Shit, I have to take a piss, watch my drink?"

"Of course." Thank God she didn't ask to go to the bathroom with me.

When I came back, I noticed a familiar face. He was the one who Killian was with at that party. Smug-looking fucker. I couldn't see Sofia's reaction to his approach before I sat down in my seat, the stool he'd been eyeing to sit down on as he came around the corner of the bar.

"Problem?" I asked, turning my head to Sofia to make sure she was alright. A flush of pink rose in her cheeks as she looked down at her drink. She probably didn't expect to see him here. I recalled her telling me about having a wild night with a Libertine. And he looked like the epitome of one.

"No, no problem," he interjected.

"Sorry, I don't remember asking you." I spat at him. "Are you lost?"

"No. I'm not. I just wanted to ask for this lovely lady's name." he tried to sound sweet but he came off as entitled.

"Wow. You have sex with a girl and can't remember her name? No wonder you're a Libertine." he was taken aback by how much I knew.

"Hey, I don't appreciate you judging me like that."

I was about to reply back when another familiar face joined us. Killian. A half-finished glass of beer in his hand.

"Hello, darlings. You know I heard that-"

"Nobody gives a flying fuck about what you heard."

"I was just trying-"

"Didn't I tell you to leave me alone and suck your- hey!" I called out to Sofia as Nathan managed to take her hand and lead her to a small table behind us.

"It's okay, Persy. I'll be back in like ten minutes." She smiled.

I rolled my eyes, not unaware that Killian was still standing next to me.

"Persy?"

Was he really playing this game?

"Yes. That's my name. Congratulations."

"I'm Killian." he had the fucking nerve-

"I don't care."

"What do you study?"

I eyed him up and down. "I know who you are."

I watched the colour drain from his face, giving me a very satisfying feeling. But I decided to continue the charade. "You're a fucking Libertine."

It took him a moment to process. "I'm sorry?"

"A libertine, aren't you? Why do you care so much about asking superficial questions?"