Games Of Hearts

20. Joshua's game

I storm towards the cash counter, my heels clicking angrily on the floor like a ticking time bomb. My eyes are fixed on Joshua through the window, his laughter and smile a stark contrast to my seething anger. I can feel my heart racing, my pulse pounding in my temples.

"Why me always?" I mutter under my breath, shaking my head in disbelief. I can't believe I trusted him, believed his charms and sweet nothings. But no, he's back to his games, playing me like a fiddle.

I walk towards the cash counter, my heels clicking angrily on the floor. My eyes fixed on Joshua through the window, I can feel my anger and frustration building up with each step.

"How much for the burrito and cold coffee?" I demand, my voice low and even, but laced with irritation.

The cashier looks around, seemingly confused, before checking the screen. "What happened?" I ask, raising an eyebrow, my patience wearing thin.

"Ah, Mam, the bill is already paid," he says, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

I feel my anger spike, my eyes narrowing. "One burrito and two cold coffees, right?" I confirm, my voice is tight.

The cashier nods, and I snap my wallet shut with a click. "Joshua Beck already paid," he says, his smile growing wider, and my anger boiling over.

"Thank you," I spit out, my voice laced with venom, before storming towards the door.

Joshua is leaning against his bike, his blue eyes fixed on me, a smirk still plastered on his face. I can feel my heart racing, my pulse pounding in my temples. I'm furious, humiliated, and frustrated all at once.

I push open the door, the bell above it jingling loudly, and march towards him. "You think you're funny, don't you?" I hiss, my voice low and deadly. "You think you can play games with me, make me feel special, and then discard me like trash?"

My eyes blaze with anger, my fists clenched at my sides. I'm ready for a fight, ready to take him down a peg. But Joshua just chuckles, his eyes glinting with amusement.

"Why are you laughing?" I demand, my fist connecting with a loud thud against Joshua's helmet. The sound echoes through the air, and his laughter abruptly ceases. His expression darkens, his eyes narrowing into slits.

"Punch me, hit me, kill me," he growls, his voice low and menacing. "But don't touch my bike stuff." He takes a step closer, his massive frame looming over me, casting a shadow over my face. I feel trapped, my body pressed against the cold metal of his bike, his gigantic form suffocating me.

My heart races, my pulse pounding in my temples, as he towers over me. His eyes blaze with a fierce intensity, his jaw clenched in anger. I can feel his warm breath on my skin, making my nerves tingle. I'm frozen in place, unable to move, as he pins me against his bike.

His face inches closer, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity. I can feel the heat radiating from his body, making my skin tingle. My heart races faster, my breath catching in my throat.

"You think you can just hit my bike and get away with it?" he growls, his voice low and menacing. "You think you can mess with me and I'll just take it lying down?"

I swallow hard, trying to find my voice. "I...I wasn't thinking," I stammered, trying to placate him.

But Joshua's not having it. He takes another step closer, his body pressing against mine, making me feel trapped and vulnerable. "You never think, Eva," he hisses. "You just act, and then you wonder why things go wrong."