Best to You ✸ Regulus Black

001. Pearl Teethed Teens

AUGUST

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The next day went by and Regulus didn't catch sight or sound of the girl from last night. In which he stupidly realised when he got up to his room late that he hadn't asked her name. All he had was the memory of her voice in his head and the beauty of her face with no name. His parents had left early for business and left him only with the message to keep out of trouble. He had walked down for breakfast and ordered a coffee, and when it arrived he noticed a packet of cigarettes with a note on top of it next to his cup.

Regulus, I've already stolen one out of the pack. Don't smoke them all at once.

- I

He scoffed as he read the note, but can't help the small lifting of his lips as he smirked. She was so goddamn insufferable. At least he has a clue as to what her name was now. I. Oh well, he didn't care that much. At least that's what he told himself. Because he had caught himself wondering about it through the rest of breakfast, whilst sitting by the pool, whilst wondering around the dull town, whilst in the shower, whilst smoking three more cigarettes and whilst sitting for his dinner.

Regulus would never admit it, but she was driving him crazy. It was annoying him like no other. He had grit his teeth as he stabbed his fork into his linguine alfredo, it creating a sour taste on his tongue as again all he could think of was the bronzed skin girl he'd met only yesterday. He'd tried to order himself a drink, but was only faced with the bitter face of the boy at the bar asking him for a form of ID. For fuck sake, the only way he would be able to get through this holiday was to get through it drunk. As well as it helping forget about her. But alas, he bloody well couldn't.

Now clad in dark slacks and a loose white shirt, the first few buttons undone, instead of his swim shorts: he sat staring at his half eaten dinner with a scowl on his face and a dry mouth. His parents still hadn't come back which he was sort of glad about, but fuck this was boring. The boy couldn't believe this was what the next two weeks would consist of. Though the sound of a hearty laugh had his ears perking up and he suddenly sat up straighter, twisting his head to try locate where the sound had come from.

The bar. Immediately enamoured by her. He couldn't describe the annoyance he felt towards himself as his stomach warmed from just looking at her stood leaning over the bar. Her elbows were rested against the countertop and one of her legs was kicked up behind her as she was on her tip toes, whispering into the young barman's ear with a breathtaking smile on her face. She wore a tight long sleeve black top and a colourful green skirt, black knee high boots were on her feet with a small heel on the end. Her hair was down and curled, flowing gently down by her shoulder blades but it was tucked behind her ears so he could see the golden hoops that hung from them.

What was wrong with him? He felt sick at the feeling. It only grew worse as he watched her lean over and place a kiss on the barman's cheek and straightened out his tie, causing a flush to rise on the boys ears and neck as he grabbed her chin and stroked it with his finger. They were flirting. Regulus felt disgusted looking at them and couldn't help the grimace that came upon his face. A feeling in his chest was becoming harder to ignore over the disgust he felt. Itching and clawing at his ribs to be let out. Almost as if he wanted to be in the place of the barman. The thought made him nauseous.

Just turn around, Regulus. Ignore her. She's annoying and rather rude. Ignore her. Ignore her.

As if she had heard him, her head turned and she smirked at him. And her red tinted lips formed a kiss as she blew one towards him.