If I Had A Heart

Chapter 12

Oh, she was so screwed.

Sure, it had been hard to face the the guy who had just gotten the best of her after a real nail-biter of a game of pool, but that creeping feeling of failure only seemed to spread as David towered over her with that Cheshire grin of his. It also didn't help that Regine felt compelled to cover his smug mouth with her own, but that was besides the point. She still felt stupid, regardless of how attracted she was to him. She was still the loser in this situation, a fact he would no doubt be reminding her of for the rest of the night. However long that was going to be...

"Alright, I'm just gonna cut to the chase here and ask. Should I be scared?"

He raised an eyebrow. "I don't know, Regine. Would you like to be?"

Scratching her temple in false contemplation, she shook her head.

"Um, not really. No. And another thing –," she tried to say before he cut her off.

"You seem to be asking a lot of questions for someone who just gave up their freedom for the night. Now if I was a cruel person, I'd tell you to shut that pretty little mouth of yours until I said otherwise. You're lucky I'm feeling charitable." His eyes flickered to her lips for good measure, daring her to push him further.

Regine glared at him, waiting to see if he'd actually command her to stop talking. When he didn't, she pressed on.

"What about Jane?"

He shrugged. "What about her?"

"Well I can't just leave her here all alone, you've seen what happens when she's left to her own devices. Wouldn't it be alright if she came along, too?" she asked, hating the fact that she needed his permission.

He crossed his arms as he also pretended to consider her request for the briefest of seconds.

"I don't think so."

Regine waved a hand through her hair in exasperation.

"But she's cool! She'll fit right in with the guys, I promise. As you can tell, Paul already likes her a lot and I don't really see what the big deal is," she rambled, feeling more and more pathetic with every word.

David shook his head, looking at her incredulously as he stepped closer to her, his head cocked to the side. "You forget the rules already, gorgeous?" he stopped just inches from her face, once again placing a gloved-hand on her cheek to bring her even closer. "You saw Marko's shot with your own two eyes, didn't you? I won fair and square," he paused to smirk. "That means you're mine until the sun comes up. You can kick and scream all you want but it's not gonna change my mind. Not tonight," he sneered, eyes almost igniting in the thrill of power. "Your friend isn't coming," he finished before roughly removing his hand from her face.

Regine felt her eye twitch in anger as she continued to stare at him before huffing. "I hate this already," she mumbled under her breath, knowing she couldn't argue with him. "What should I tell her then? I can't just leave without saying anything, you know that."

"Don't know, don't really care. Whatever you have to. Meet me outside in ten minutes after you get rid of her."

He stopped to smile. "Oh and Regine?" he called before walking away. "That's an order."

So smug. Too smug. She hated him.

"Would it kill you to at least say please?" she yelled to his retreating form.

He took the briefest of pauses before continuing towards to the exit.

"Wouldn't want to find out," he tossed over his shoulder, disappearing into the crowd.