Head 2 Head

Chapter 3

Chace's POV

I was so fuc***g pissed I thought I was actually going to piss my pants. Not that it made any sense, but I had devoured a large number of vodka shots. The feeling wasn't pleasant and I wouldn't be surprised if I woke up dead in the morning. Not that I minded. At least that freak would have the responsibility of taking care of my corpse. Ooh that freak. His face in my mind made me shudder...in grossnessness. 

I already wasn't looking forward to this year, but it just happened to get worse. With my luck,I wasn't very doubtful that Rita would be bunking with me. After all, the freak was. Aron that dog. The mixed breed.

The mixed breed dog was currently dancing, not many meters away from me, three girls draped on his right arm, and I mean draped. They stuck to him like glue and the dog wasn't even looking at them. The fact that he was looking straight at me was not making my mood any better.

But knowing that I had more than three - at least seven - girls by my side did boost my mood slightly. I couldn't help that the females flocked to me, like honey bees to honey. Honey didn't describe me though.I liked it rough and tough but the ladies liked it --- always came back for more. I didn't do commitment. The dog probably did. His girls were of the same breed; polished and well bred. Girls with posh accents and snobby personalities. The exception to my broad taste. Clingy was not my taste. I'd rather kiss a cougar.

Thedog smirked at me, as if he found my mood amusing. I gave him the best glare I could manage in my tipsy state. His grin widened. I looked down at the botle I was cradeling in my arm. I'm sure it would make a very musical crash once I bashed it in his head. Now that image was enough to make me smile. Almost enough.

"Darling!" was it just me or was the witch here?

I pushed away - careful to be gentle - the brunette clutching my arm and speaking to me in a language - most likely high classed English - that wasn't registering in my Brain. As soon as I looked up, I wished I didn't. 

"Move." Rita shoved a blonde and my poor brunette away, replacing their seat by my arm.

I gave her a frantic look, wondering how she found me. I always knew she was a witch. A psycho. Rita scooted closer, tucking her body under my arm.

"Darling I missed you." she purred, sliding her hand up and down my thigh.

I gave her a disbelieving look and shoved her away. The brunette straightened up and glared at Rita. The blonde, on the other hand, swayed her way away. I didn't think the brunette was a sweetling. A thought she proved by tugging at Rita's curled hair,and tugging her away from me. I wasn't going to complain but damn...that gotta hurt.

Rita had some spark in her. She was up on her feet in seconds, swinging a punch. I bet the bruneete broke her nose. That crack I heard was not a simple click. I t was loud. And then it was the cat fight.

It was entertaining. I had never seen on in my life but...Fuck, these girls had talent. They scratched and they screamed, and squealed, and pulled hair. I swear one of them was going to end up completely bold. 

If I was a gentleman - which I was really not - I would intervene. But I was drunk and I didn't give a shit. But heck, these girls were entertaining me. In a different way than they usually did, but it was still fun. 

I never saw the fist coming towards me. I was too engrossed in keeping my lids open that when the  balled hand collided with my jaw, I didn't even feel it. I didn't even register the passing out bit. But I guess the embarrassment did settle in.