Rebellion Rising

Chapter ten: Mysterious Man

Ophelia looked at herself in the bar bathroom. She had on a black dress that went to a little above her knees and was hugging her body tightly almost to the point to where she nearly couldn't breath. Her hair was curled and she had on dark red lipstick like always. Her eyes were more smoked out than usual and she had a necklace on that had red diamonds glittering like hell.

Her dark green eyes were showing that she was obviously way wasted. She was 8 shots of tequila in and wasn't even close to being done. Being a demon meant should could handle her alcohol way better than a human so it took her a while to get drunk. That was Ophelia's goal tonight. To get to the "i don't give a shit what is going on back at my fucking house right now" drunk. She grabbed her clutch off of the bathroom counter and went back out. She went over to the bar and took another shot. Her eyes roamed around the bar and her heart suddenly stopped when she saw this boy about 10 feet away from her.

She felt like she wasn't breathing as she looked at this man that could have been a greek god himself. He was sipping a beer and looked right back at her with bright blue eyes and blonde surfer hair. He was tall, a good 5 or 6 inches taller than her. She could see that he was definitely fit and athletic.

He smirked at her cockily and Ophelia was surprised she didn't jump his bones right then and there. She wanted him. Bad. And she would take him.

She started walking toward him slowly, sultry. As she got closer she had this alarm in the back of her mind but she ignored it, she was far too drunk to really care.

"Well hi there." he smirked and checked her out.

"Hey handsome." She replied. She felt nervous around him, this never happened. She was always confident around men. She was always in charge but this... him, it felt different. Like this was more than just an attraction and wanting to have sex.

"I'd ask you if you wanted a drink but it seems to me that you've had enough." He smiled and pulled the drink from her hand. She wanted to be mad and tell him that he shouldn't tell her what to do but in a way his gesture felt sort of sweet.

"What's your name beautiful?"

Ophelia blushed. What was wrong with her? She never blushed and she was called beautiful on a daily basis. 

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Author's note: We're so sorry this chapter is so late and that we haven't updated!! D: We have been so busy because we both work full time jobs and Mariah goes to college full time. We also opened an etsy account selling all homemade natural soaps, lotions, scrubs, etc. So we have been busy setting that up too D: We hope you enjoy this chapter, we will definitely try update more!!!