I didn't get far without forgetting which room he had walked me out of earlier. So my badass moment was ruined when I had to ask him for help. He raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms.
"I thought you knew about the 'places we have to go' to?" he teased between gritted teeth. I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, but I didn't know where," I emphasized. He scoffed and suddenly gripped my arm. He began aggressively dragging me through the dancing crowd.
"Ay! Be gentle!" I exclaimed in surprise and annoyance.
Bitch is literally cutting off my blood flow.
He ignored me and pulled me so swiftly that I couldn't help running into at least 10 people. I began tugging at his arm with resistance.
"Stop-slow down!" I exclaimed. He suddenly stopped and I almost ran into him. He whirled me around to face him, his fingers tightening on my arm. I winced and looked up at him in confusion.
"What the fuck's your problem?" I hissed under my breath. He leaned in suddenly, extraordinarily close to my face.
"You," he replied. I mirrored his eyebrow raise from earlier.
"Me?" I probed. I smiled innocently. "I never did anything wrong." He opened his mouth to reply but shut it again, realizing there was no point. He sighed and pulled on my arm to move. I resisted again.
"What's the point of stopping if you're just going to-" I started to complain but was interrupted when his free hand clasped around my mouth. I froze in sudden shock and my smug smile fell so fast it was almost funny. The music around us felt like it dimmed to nothing but a hum and a buzzed echo.
"It's better when you're quieter, you know?" he muttered with narrowed eyes. I mirrored his glare and started to protest, but my speech was muffled in his hand. He watched me almost amused but didn't move his hand off.
"I'm not going to let go until you shut up," he explained politely.
"Free speech-" I muffled to no avail.
I scowled but didn't have much of a choice but to stop talking. Either way, my glare said enough as I was burying him six feet under with daggers. He smiled and his fingers clasped my chin instead. He pulled my face closer to him.
"You talk a big game but you also get intimidated pretty quickly," he whispered, his voice feathery. Of all the things he had done, this was one of the most revolting. But I lifted my chin, forcing him to tilt his hand higher.
"Intimidated how?" I asked challengingly. He smiled, a satisfied smile, and his eyes traced my face.
"Well your cheeks... they turn pink, but just ever so slightly. And then your pupils dilate as your eyes widen. Your lips part and your scowl disappears," he whispered, his eyes tracing down to my lips.
Oh shit.
My heartbeat echoed loudly in my ears but it was only a whisper compared to the amplitude of the silence. Every part of me wanted to pull away but it was a certain asshole's hand that prohibited me from doing so.
A valid excuse, right?
Sure enough, however, my eyes were indeed wide and my lips were parted. And my cheeks are most definitely pink.
I was going to reply with something totally smartass but I was cut off before I could muster a word.
"Vince! Jordan!" A voice called out, "... What are you guys doing...?" The music and chatter suddenly rushed into my focus and I pulled away immediately from Vincent with an exclamation. He did as well, his eyes now cast by a dark shadow. My head snapped to the right and I saw Ace standing still with arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. I had no control over my spilling words,
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Teen Fiction"Go, go, go!" I yelled as we ran as fast as we could to the car. Handling herself much better under pressure, Elise hopped into the driver's seat as I sat in the passenger's seat. We breathlessly sat still in the warm car for a moment, trying to get...
