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They resembled a masterpiece brought to life. Each brushstroke of their personalities unique, yet harmonizing seamlessly in a captivating rhythm. Intrigued beyond restraint, Aurelia's curiosity unfurled like an insatiable muse, compelli...
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Rage fills his eyes as he stalks towards them. Aurelia turns her back to Vinny and holds her hands out to stop her furious boyfriend. He had daggers in his eyes, and without warning he grabbed her wrist and pulled her behind him. Andrew shoves Vinny back, making her scream at him to stop. Sean runs in after him along with a bunch of other people she was not familiar with.
"You call me a pussy on the internet, then you go and grope my fucking girl!" Andrew shouts, trying to break out of Sean's and the other male's grasp.
"He didn't grope me!" Aurelia screams at him, while trying to push him back with the rest of the guys holding him back.
Vinny steps up. "We were just dancing, bro. Relax."
"You motherfucker!" Andrew charges at him, making Aurelia scream for everyone to get out. Andrew stops fighting against his friends after she screams. The room clears out, with Andrew staring at her. That rage slowly turns to shock, and shock turns to regret.
Aurelia squats down, holding her face, sniffling as she tries to calm her beating heart. As she slowly steadies her breathing, Drew comes over, to comfort her but she pushes him off. Tears covering her face.
"Why weren't you listening to me?" She asks him desperately.
"Angel, he's doing this shit on purpose–"
"Doing what!" She says loudly, causing the male to walk towards her pulling her close. She looks at him with tears in her eyes. "How can I know what's wrong if you won't be upfront with me?"
"You can't stand here in front of me and really not know he's doing this on purpose!" He raises his voice, making her turn away from him. She hates when people do that. If you can't speak calmly without raising your voice, what's the point of talking?
The male cups her face, causing her to look at him. "Look, I'm sorry, but that guy is clearly fucking with me to get these reactions out!"
Aurelia closes her eyes and shakes her head. "Andrew, I know he's provoking you, but I thought it was because of this dance final you all have."
He scoffs and takes a deep breath before speaking again. She could tell he's trying not to blow up at her, and she didn't understand why. They are just friends, why is this bothering him so much?
"It's not just that," Andrew sighs and stares into her eyes. "He does certain things, says certain things to specifically piss me off."
"Why do you hate him so much?" Aurelia pops the question, making his eyes widen and his expression covered with confusion. "Elijah isn't fond of him either, but you don't see him trying to fight Vinny every time he sees him."
"Angel, I love you, but you can't possibly be this fucking naive." He slowly snaps, making her flinch a bit, before a frown slowly grows on her face. "I don't even give a shit about the platonic kissing you do with him, but it doesn't take fucking rocket science to know his kisses aren't platonic, they are real!"
