Ear Candy - A WLW Fiction

Chapter 16

Rosie's POV

    What an extreme timing. She had to see me looking fucked up and indecent. I grinned bitterly. She couldn't just showed up when I actually look good.

  Daniella "Dante" Zamora.

   "You're here! What a lovely surprise." Though the situation might seem amusing to me, she didn't look happy.

   Her eyes were piercing right through me as if I had done something wrong to her. I knew I had to act like I've got a good grip of myself. 

  "Drinks! Want some?" I quickly turned away from her, almost tumbling forward because of how dizzy I feel. "There... There might be no cups here. So... So feel free to drink straight from the bottle."

   I immediately reached for the alcohol that was resting on the sand and was about to open it up for her but she suddenly grabbed my arm to turn back and face those eyes glaring down at me.

  In a very low, yet aggressive tone, she said, "What is this behavior, Roseanne?"

  I scoffed at her sudden reaction.  Why is she suddenly looking angry  seeing me?!

  "What behavior?" I grinned. Isn't this supposedly the kind of girl she would go for?

  She massaged the inner corner of her brows . "You're smoking, Roseanne... and I just found out you are indeed drinking uncontrollably and alone. Who does that in the middle of the dangerous time of the night?" she rose a brow.

   I absentmindedly raise my hand mid-air, "Uhm.. Me."

 She let out an exasperating sigh.

   "That is a sarcastic question-- You know what? You should not be here and dressed like that." She said with a hint of annoyance in her voice and her eyes shoot lasers down my body like she loathe every fabric of what I'm wearing.

  I looked around the place to search for something that actually resonate to her sudden displeasure.

   "The place doesn't have your name on it." I nonchalantly replied. I looked at my dress and back at her. "There's nothing wrong with my dress. If you're wondering where I got it, it's thrifted so you can't get another of these." I grinned.

   "You're asking for something deadly the moment you walk out wearing this. If I didn't come here, who might actually protect you?!"

   "I don't need you protecting me! I...I can stand on my own! Don't boss around with what I wear!" she looks like she's holding back from yelling at me as she rubbed her face in frustration. "Rosie, I am not bossing you around. I just came back from working, okay? Denisse called me and told me you were out with my sister--"

   "She's lucky she got your number. How come you never gave me your number?" I giggled, bitterly.

    Her face fell into a light guilty expression. "Rosie, it's not like that...."

 Then what? What am I supposed to think about now? That I've been unlucky enough not to exchange numbers with you and that Denisse was lucky enough to gain access just like that? Can't she understand I've been wanting to send her a message. I've been dreaming of sending her numerous greetings, It wouldn't matter if she thinks its inconvenient or its a spam message.

  I felt like barfing but I know this is the worse time to feel like this. Atleast even looking like this, I'd convince her into thinking that I am in control of my decisions.

   "I am not bossing you around. All I'm saying is, it's cold outside and you attract people who could have a bad intention! Who on earth walks around the beach with this type of clothes?!" I let out a sarcastic laugh.