Red Rain [Jason Todd]

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I'm sitting at the bar of the ballroom, sipping my small glass of Vodka beside Izzy. She suggested I come to this thing with her and Kaiden to get my mind off of things, but I honestly don't think it was helping.

Well until I started having a few "sips".

Izzy's saying something in the background, but her voice fades when I see the front doors directly across from the bar open to let more arrivals in.

I grab Izzy's arm tightly while growling, "You did not say he'd be here."

She looks confused for a second before looking at the entrance, seeing Jason enter.

"I didn't know he was coming." She claims as I throw back the rest of my drink and slam the glass back on the counter.

Now I was a little drunk.

He's wearing a nice gray suit with a white shirt underneath, his dark shiny hair sleeked back, with his suit jacket and top shirt buttons undone. You could easily tell that there was a muscular, nice ass body under those clothes and he was showing it off.

Then he kept flashing that damn smile, knowing exactly what the fuck it does! I swear I hate that man.

He didn't see me luckily as I scowl at him through the crowd of people.

"Look at him, thinking he looks like a fucking god in that damn suit." I growl and Izzy pats my forearm comfortingly.

"He's not thinking that, Brielle-"

"He's not a fucking god-"

"No one said he was-"

"Who the hell does he think he is?" I question angrily, "And what the hell is he smiling for? What's so fucking funny!?"

"Brielle." Izzy laughs and I slap my palm on the counter behind me, demanding snappily, "Gimme another drink!"

"Don't give her another drink, she's fine." Izzy says, shaking off my order as I turn and look back at the crowd.

"Oh, just look at him," I glare, narrowing my eyes, "Talking to everyone and thinking he's so fucking high and mighty-"

"Brielle, how about you turn around and drink this water. It'll get the alcohol out your system-" Izzy offers and I look at her with furrowed brows.

"How about I don't turn around and don't drink the water so the alcohol won't get out my system and instead," I turn and begin to slide off the stool, "I walk over there and kick him right in the balls!"

Izzy laughs as she grabs my arm and keeps me back, knowing damn well I was really going to do it.

"Brielle, you're drunk and you need the water." She says, but I still refuse it. I'm still buzzed and I'm enjoying it, although I'm pissed off from Jason's presence.

"Jason!" I yell out and Izzy grabs my arm again.

"Brielle! Hush! Be quiet, shut up!!" She says over my calls for him.

She turns towards the bar while putting her head down as if she doesn't know me when he looks our way.

He slightly does a double take when his eyes meet mine. He excuses himself from his conversation before making his way towards me.

I send him a death glare, but of course he doesn't phase it. He places his hand in his pocket when he's only steps away from me, standing like some sexy big-shot.

"Brielle." He says emotionlessly and I return the tone.

"Jason."

"You haven't been answering my calls, but here you are." He says, a hint of anger in his voice, but he's just clearly annoyed.