Dare

Chapter 3

| Three |

"It didn't seem like you wanted to talk." I mutter.

"My bad." He chuckles.

I roll my eyes.

"But," he says whilst his eyes wonder once again over my body. "I guess I just got it wrong this time round. You're different."

"Different? Have you ever given the thought that, just maybe, it's because I don't want you." I chuckle. "Give up."

"I always get what I want."

"I doubt that."

"You keep thinking that babe."

"Is this what this is? You don't like that, for once, someone's not interested? Please save both our time and leave."

There was silence before he spoke up.

"I'm Harry." he says.

He doesn't give me any gesture like a handshake, he just puts his hand in his pocket, searching for something whilst waiting for my response. Though, why should I expect anything from someone like him.

I nod.

"Aren't you going to tell me yours."

He pulls out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. I stare in disgust at the cigarette he pulls out and sticks between his teeth. A flame burst from the lighter, moving it over to the cigarette, lighting it.

There was no harm giving out my name surely, but why was I even bothering wasting my energy on this guy wanting nothing but sex.

"Ariana," I say as he puts his lighter back in his pocket.

"Ariana..." he says, making a gesture with his hands for me to carry on.

"Why—" I sigh. "Ariana Lynch."

He chuckles.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing, just reminded me of some chick." He smirks, staring ahead with his cigarette between his lips.

"Oh wow." I say sarcastically, knowing he was purposefully trying to wind me up.

"What?" He chuckles.

"Does anything interesting or even intellectual come out your mouth? Or does everything have to relate back to the female gender again?" I tease.

He turns and blows the smoke in my face resulting in my face to scrunch up and wave my hand about.

"Please don't." I moan as he laughs.

Winding me up was his entertainment for tonight. I tried not to give him the reactions he wanted but it was too difficult of a task to suppress the noticeable irritation. Yet on the other hand, mocking him right back seemed slightly enjoyable.

"I mean it goes both ways babe."

"I doubt I could have any conversation with you let alone a stimulating one."

"I can promise you I'm very stimulating," he winks.

I pull a disgusted face back as he once again chuckles.

"How do you come to these conclusions when, using your logic, know nothing about me?" He says, blowing out the smoke once more.

I roll my eyes at how he mocked me back. He was right but that was besides the point.

"I mean first impressions count." I reply. "And you've not really proved anything have you."

He smirks, rolling his eyes.