Blonde & Brunette

Chapter 51: Oh shit.

Regina's pov:

"So, what are you planning on doing in order to make him go and talk to her?" Zachary asked.

A smirk made its way to my lips as my minde raced with ideas, however, i decided to keep it simple and clean. "Zachary, sweetheart, you know what's the spark to fire a flame of emotions between two persons?" I asked as he shook his head. "Jealousy." I said.

"Okay, cute idea, but how are you planning on making them get jealous over one another?" He crossed his arms over his chest.

"We only need to make on of them jealous."

"Don't tell me you want one of us to go and flirt with one of them in order to make the other jealous, because it won't work and that's for the following reasons:
One, Ron is not on a good grass with you at this moment so if you try to flirt with him i'm sure it would end badly.
Two, i would never ever flirt with my best friend's girl even if it's for his own benefit." He spoke.

Rolling my eyes, i said. "Well one, i'm aware that Ronéo hates my guts thank you. Two, why wouldn't you flirt with Roxy? it's not like you've never did it before--"

"That was before i figured out that Ron has a thing for her." He cut me off.

"Three, your idea is cute." I mimicked him. "But no, i'm not dumb enough to do it."

"Good, because i won't do it anyway."

"Just relax, okay, no need to make a fuss out of nothing...see that dude sitting there?" I nodded my head towards a blond haired guy sitting few stools away from us with a drink in his hand as his baby blue eyes roamed the place.

"Yes." Zachary frowned.

"He's the one who's going to flirt with Roxy in order to make Ronéo jealous." I pointed out.

"And how are you planning on making him agree? Bat your eyelashes at him?" He snorted.

Smiling deviously at him i made a thinking face. "Nah, i was thinking... maybe give him a lap dance?" I suggested before making my way towards the dude, nonetheless, Zachary's grip on my arm stopped me.

"You're not going to do that." He said as his eyes darkened. It was a question, but he managed to say it as an order.

Pursing my lips in annoyance, i was about to ask him why in the world does he care if i give the dude a lap dance? But stopped myself when i saw the seriousness in his eyes. "I was joking Zach, i might be the queen bitch, but i'm not the type of girl who uses her sexuality to get what she wants, now, let go of my arm." I ordered him.

I made my way towards the guy and sat on the stool next to him. Calling the bartender, i ordered a ' Black Russian' and once the drink was in front of me, the guy spoke. "Don't you think it's a strong drink for you?" He smirked at me.

"Let's just say i have a high tolerance for alcohol, what are you drinking?" I asked.

"Same drink." He chuckled.

Smiling lightly, i tucked a strand of hair behind my ear before speaking. "What a coincidence." Not, i saw what he ordered earlier and purposely ordered the same drink just to spark a conversation. "But, don't you think it's a strong drink for you?" I teased making him laugh in surprise.

"Woah, i was not expecting that." He laughed. "I'm Jackson by the way." He added.

"Gabriella."

Nodding, he took a sip from his drink before speaking. "So, what are you doing in here?" He asked as his hand brushed against mine.

A desire to slap him across his pretty face overwhelmed me, but i didn't want to risk and ruin my plan. "By here you mean, in this club or sitting next to you?" I answered his question with one of my own.