Hell in my eyes!

Hell in my eyes! [Chapter 17: Don't you get it?!]

I rushed my ass down to Lucian’s shop the next morning, ignoring the honks zooming passed me as I jay walked across every street that got in my way. Once I managed to not get killed, I stood still as my coincidental timing managed to capture Lucian just closing up. His Russian ass took his sweet fucking time, making sure the door was locked a couple million effing times before coming to recognition of my presence.

His hand smoothed through the perfectly cut strands of black that covered his eyes, and unless I was imagining it, he looked surprised to see me. He was the one that kept fucking running into me… In fact, he looked kind of…ticked. That just pissed me off, and I was ready to smack him and slam his fucking scene ass into the god damn window, but I didn’t. Instead, I felt my eyebrows furrow and my eyes look at him, and I had this feeling that I looked pitiful, like I was being one of those suck ups that you’d get who’d kiss ass to the big man in town during any sort of conflict to get their way.

“What?”

That pissed me off even more, but my temptation to shout “FUCK YOU!” was physically transported to the back of my skull by my throat and replaced with the dumbest shit I had ever said in my life.

“Hey, umm…I’m uh…” I stuttered, immediately clearing my throat. “I shouldn’t have acted like that.”

He gave me this sort of look of disbelief. The kind that you can’t really put your tongue on descriptively. But it was kind of funny, really. What did he expect? An apology? Silence echoed in the vaguely busy area, funny how everyone left once his store wasn’t open. That bastard, with his little poseur clique running being him like a bunch of sheep getting screwed up their fucking anal openings.

‘’Maybe I could make it up to you some time? I mean, not likethat. Just you know, to show I feel bad and shit. A friend thing.”He laughed, and my head boiled. I was finally able to give him this extremely angered look. One that he ignored, as if he was used to it. I wouldn’t be surprised.

“Trisha!” He laughed. “Don’t you get it?! I’ve been trying to ask you out for the last two weeks!”

What? Me? Did he just ask me out?!