My feet are moving on their own, completely ignoring my protests to stop.
With each step I take, I'm nearing him. The Blue that dramatically changed for whatever reason. The Blue that once had light, kind eyes but are suddenly cold and hard. The Blue that blamed me for his problems and transformation.
I look down to his hands, but I stop at his knuckles. Bruised with cuts. The moron was in a fight, again. I don't feel sorry though, he probably deserved it, or more likely, he probably started it. His face, however, had it's fair share of cuts and bruises. This time, he doesn't have a black eye.
Without another second of hesitation, I grab his cigarette, and for a split second, I regret it. I regret to show him any attention, to show that I acknowledge his presence. But then I see that flash of anger in his eyes, and I remember that I like to see that fire. But what I find odd, is that I don't grin at him like I usually do when I stir up someone. I narrow my eyes at him as if I'm angry at him. He stares me down, and I almost lost under his stare. My legs almost buckle beneath me, and I catch my breath in my throat. I almost give in; I almost show him what his glare did to me.
"Why do you always do that? Why do you care if I smoke or not? It's not like you like me, in fact, you hate me. So why the fuck you do care, why do you fucking bother me?"
I open and close my mouth like a fish out of water. This is the first time in forever I'm speechless with nothing to bite back with. I don't know why it hit me so hard. It was simple it was nowhere insulting, yet I couldn't speak. I couldn't explain my actions; I don't know why I did it, but it just did. Nothing makes sense to me anymore, but honestly, right now, I want to those flames in his eyes rise.
Slowly, Blue smirks with a hint of victory at the his lips. He knew he won. And I hate every single second of it.
"What? Cat caught your tongue? Are you actually realizing that you care about me?"
That surly smirk causes me to dig my nails into my palms. I regret paying any attention to him. I despise that I waste on thoughts and time with the idiot before me.
"No, trust me, sweetheart, not even in a million year will I care about that sorry little ass of yours. I just needed a moment to think how someone managed to raise a complete arrogant airhead."
His grin slips from his lips the moment my words hit his ears. I see the flames in his eyes get higher, licking the blue of his eyes. And the grin that was once his, is now mine.
However, that grin doesn't last for too long.
He brings back his hand with an open palm as his eyes light up with rage. He's going to hit me.
I widen my eyes at his hand. For a split second, I was scared. Scared he might actually hurt me. But then I see that lingering hesitation, and I smirk again. He isn't capable of hurting me, a girl. So I cock my eyebrow and challenge him, and the wrath in his eyes just grows. I stand my ground though. I'm way too stubborn to stand down because he raised a hand at me.
He drops his hand to his side as expected and a defeated yet frustrated sigh slips his lips. But then, he relaxes. Blue's eyes easy back into their light shade, and his face isn't as tense anymore. He bows his head, avoiding eye contact.
"I-I'm sorry."
He rubs his hand over his face before turning around and walking away.
