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Chapter 17: Flare-ups Are Not My Thing

Chapter 17
Flare-ups Are Not My Thing

It's time to drop the act and truly play the part. Behind this big, fake smile is one full of scorn. Derision will take its place, like the light to dark. The living beast within me emerges from a deep forest. My eyes like fire, my face to the shade of blood. I clench my fists till' it looked like a white winter. I was about to gibe, I know that alright. I'll chuck his head and shove his ass down the pit. Oh, Brandon Rae Reeves, I'll so sue the living day lights out of you.

I looked over him, my bravado never failing my side. I'm mad, alright! You just don't let someone eat something that isn't clean, at all! He looked down at me, with nothing but amusement. Half of his lips curved smugly upon seeing me in anger.

"So, how was the Foie Gras? Was it delicious?" Brandon mocked with fake curiosity.

He has the nerve to ask. Does it not look like I'm about to attack him?! I crossed my arms and growled in irritation. Heck, since it's uncleaned, I feel disgusted. I'm sure there would be duck poop inside if the duck didn't get the chance to poo right before it was slaughtered! And I dread eating that damned thing.

"You're a rapscallion you know that?! A massively big turd!" I flounced away directing myself to the opposite direction. It's just one pm and I feel like I freaking hate the douche! There really is a thin line when it comes to love and hate. What's even more irritating is that I still like him. I do not even understand why. After spending a day with him, I got to know the real him. The annoyingly evil side of him. It would be better not to like him. Logically, this little crush I have for Brandon is intoxicating and stupid. However, my heart is telling me otherwise. Hormones and logic do not go well.

I pondered over what I should do and reached to a certain decision. I should just go with the flow. Stick to Brandon but stay as friends. I should stop liking him. I know I'll get over him when I get fed up with his infuriation.

"Don't waste your time Dianne. He's mine," Melisa seethed.

"He's not yours Melisa," I voiced out when Melisa started to leave.

She turned back to me, "excuse me?" she laughed.

"He's not yours. He's not anyone's. He isn't a thing who can be owned or bought. He's a human being who has feelings. Some things and people in this macrocosm are worth winning and fighting for. Win them not buy them and most definitely not trash them," I said, stepping in front of her the witch on a one on one.

"Okay, Confucius. If you say, wait how did you put this: 'Worth winning and fighting for,' I will win and fight for him," she gloated with a stupid smile on her stupid face.

I laughed at her stupidity, "Oh I'd like to see that," I said sarcastically.

Her face turned pink, a vain on her forehead visible. "I will win him not you!" she said through clenched teeth.

I scoffed.

"It's on Dianne!" her eyeballs prepared to ooze out.

"Oh, it's on Melisa." I looked back at her straight in the eyes, keeping my cool. "May the best girl win." I smirked.

I exhaled to relax myself. I almost forgot about my competition with Melisa. I have to win Brandon. Which means, I need him to like me more than a friend for me to claim victory over Melisa. But, how can I get over him if I need him to like me? I mentally slapped myself for challenging the witch. I can't back out, I'd be a coward then. I have to fight. She can't just keep winning.

I finally turned around to see Brandon staring intently behind me. I didn't notice how close he's caught up to me. I was just too busy calming my own nerves and clearing my own thoughts for my sanity. As long as the competition is on, I so do not want to murder the guy. I will have to make use of this little crush to bring Melisa down.

"Foie Gras," Brandon taunted.

Okay, I don't want to murder the guy. He just wants me to murder him.

"What?" I hissed, followed by an unpleasant grunt. I swear, no matter how much I try to think that murder will not help, I just can't help the fiery feeling of anger for what he did. And, to mention, he taunts me every now and then. My sanity dissipates into thin air because of him.

"You're mad at me." He said, his face still calm and I guess, slightly annoyed?

"Who wouldn't?!" I practically yelled. My eyes were narrowing into slits.

"There's something on your mouth." He said calmly, but it seemed like he was saying it more to himself than towards me.

I raised my left brow, "don't change the topic!" Okay, I was peeved, embarrassed and unhappy! He looked down at me as he slowly raised his arm. His fingers made the slightest contact on my chin sending electrifying shivers down my core. It was a good feeling but I instantly got reminded of the maddening anger towards him and that I should stop this stupid little crush I have on him.

I swatted his arm, facing away from him with a huff. I crossed my arms as I allowed myself heave freely, just to help myself relax.

Happy thoughts, happy thoughts Dianne. Think about s'mores, really good s'mores.

"Dianne?"

Ignore him, just keep thinking about roasting s'mores. Five layer s'mores!

"Dianne? Talk to me."

What, no please? I thought to myself.

"What did I do?"

I whirled around, my hair whipping to the east as its ends subtlety whipping on his face. I stared at him, dumbfounded. How could someone not realise what wrong they've done? Doesn't everyone have a conscience?

"Are you serious?! How could you not know what you did? Are you and your actions that obscure?" I shouted, eyeing him like a pest as my voice quavered with all the mixed up emotions I'm feeling towards him. Anger, hate, annoyance but at the same time, there's this tinge of admiration. At this moment, my mind is all jungled up.

For a girl whose height was a blessed five foot six, I was still looking up just to clearly see his face, while he was looking down to look at me. That's how tall he was. He looked into my eyes, his hazel gems glistening with several golden specks within. It felt like he was reading me, scanning whatever he could find in my eyes.

How could he manage to do that? To look at me without any remorse after what he's done?! There's this strong confidence in him, or maybe he's just completely oblivious.

"Dianne?" He cautiously said my name in a small husky voice in which I didn't know he was capable of. It was sexy; quite a seducing sound to describe. His breath tickled against my cheek as I ducked to look at my feet; in an attempt to hide the sudden reddening flush to my cheeks. We were that close right now, just mere inches. No matter how angry I was, I couldn't even hide the blush. The fact that I like him was just too strong. First I was mad, then I was confused and now I am blushing? Frankly, I made no sense at all; but neither did the butterflies in my stomach. I sighed, releasing my breath in pure emotional stress. Huh, teenage life is confusing. Especially when I've made a choice to stop liking him.