The Girl in Seat 23 {l.r.h.}

twenty.

I noticed that Luke's previously oceanic eyes were now nearly the same shade of green as mine. Anger fueled his body, surging through his veins. He cocked an eyebrow at me. "You know, Rosi, I read a book once--"

"Wow, that's a shock."

He rolled his eyes and continued. "And it said 'There are all kinds of love in this world, but never the same love twice.' I'm starting to believe that's true." His words and violent tone contradicted each other.

I put my hands up condescendingly. "Yes, enlighten me, oh great god of love."

"Because I absolutely hate you, Rosalie."

I rolled my eyes, tapping my foot. "Yeah, I'm aware."

His eyes softened. "But, holy smokes, I'm in love with you!" he shouted. I stepped back.

"Oh."

"And I hate that I don't hate you."

"Oh," I said flatly. "Gee, thanks."

"Oh come on, you cannot possibly blame me. I mean, think about everything you've done since we met."

"Me? What about you?" I clenched my fists together, squeezing them by my side. Not like Luke. He was pacing around with his hands up like he was ready to haul off and deck me any minute now.

I stomped closer to him. "Look at you, lover-boy, you're not a real person! No one treats you normally. They move aside for you. They faint when you wink. They buy things for you. They scream your name. You get any girl you want. You just walk around here like you're the king of the world!"

His nose was scrunching up from the pent up rage just aching to be released. "Oh yeah? Well maybe that's because I worked to get here. You don't care about consequences. You break laws, break plans, break trust. You just do whatever you want and leave me to clean it up afterwards!"

I got in his face, stepping atop his feet so we could almost see eye to eye.

"Long live the king," I hissed.