The Thief of Hearts

Chapter 9

Thalia's pov

He hugged me. He hugged me! The f''cking infuriating, narcissistic, pain in the ass, asshole, and the biggest, hottest nuisance I have ever met just hugged me!!!!!

I was so mad yet extremely flustered, that I think I resembled a red fire engine. I stood stiff with my hands balled in fists at my sides, my bottom lip between my teeth to prevent my scream of rage and my eyes staring daggers in the direction that he went running off to.

The weird part was that I wasn't sure if I was mad at the idiot. I was also mad at myself. How dare I let him have this effect on me? He called me sexy and baby and I just melt like a damn pathetic cone of ice cream that got sun kissed. It's not like I like the guy. Honestly, he makes my skin crawl in disgust.

He probably does that to every girl he sees. Now now T, as a Journalist, one must not assume. Finding out the facts is the right way. I chided myself.

I found myself calming down after a while, and I started to think a little rationally, since he wasn't around to alter my thoughts. I really shouldn't have acted that way, he came to apologise. I wanted to forgive the bastard but something that he said earlier set me off. I mean, how often does a hot guy walks up to me and say "good morning sexy."

A simple sentence such as that should not have provoked me so much, but he's the asshole who took my beloved purse. I swear I don't ever want to see his disgustingly handsome face ever again. However, I don't think that luck was on my side. He found my department and I'm doomed.

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By midday, my anger had boiled down to a simmer. I at least did not feel like I could punch down a concrete wall. I saved only a bit of my attitude to deal with my delinquent group members who kept asking me if everything was ready for production.

The science fair was in full swing on the huge football field with the different sience booths set up and people walking around.  Upbeat, ethos friendly music played in the background and laughter could be heard from afar. I tried to feed off of the positive energy as I turned to my team to send them into battle.

I turned to Cordelia first because she looked read and rearing to go. "Delia, make sure your phone battery if on full, and you have back up. Take the agricultural booth." I said and she groaned at her placement. I smiled amused by the reaction and continued my orders.

"Kevin, take a mic and a camera and follow Cynthia here to the nursing booth. Cynthia dear, remember it's TV so keep smiling for the camera." The two nodded and headed off towards the blue and white booth with a first aid cross on the front.

I looked around for Ayden, confused. I could've sworn he was right beside me... "Where's my radio guy! Ayden you jackass, get over here!" I screamed, earning some looks but felt satisfied when Ayden responded. "Take a mic and a recorder. The biochemists are at the far corner to my left. Go get 'em cowboy!"

"Sure Lia," he replied before he ran off.

I was left with Jay, my editor, who was busy fidgeting with the on and off button on my mic. I had a feeling that my bossiness was intimidating him and I had to will myself to lighten up a bit. I took his hand a smiled at him before I started walking towards the only booth that was left, psychology.

I tested my mic as I walked and prepared to plaster a wider smile on my face, maintain my composure and be professional.  To say I was a bit peeved to find out that my main interviewee turned out to be the little pain in the ass was an understatement.

"Hi there!" He said, grinning wildly at me, "I should've known you guys were coming here. You want to interview me, don't you."

It wasn't a question. The strong urge to slap his face was back again and I was so close to allowing it free access to my hands. Jay put a hand on my shoulder as he replied in a soft voice.

"Yes, it would only take a few minutes of your time sir." Jay said.

Keith, (his name tag read) regarded Jay critically before he turned his attention back to me. Maybe not seeing my companion as a threat encouraged him to continue torturing me.

"You know pretty, this means you'll have to tell me your name." He said with a smirk.

Did I mention that I really hate this guy? "I'll have you know that I don't have to be the one interviewing you." I retorted.

"And what if I don't want to be questioned by anyone else?" He asked as he rolled his eyes.

"Then I'll find someone else to interview." I said in a 'duh' tone.

Keith laughed lightly before he said anything. "Well I'd like to see you try. By the way, Mrs Kyle, the chair of psychology department is currently on maternity leave."

He looked at me challengingly, and I knew he wasn't finished, so I kept quiet. Not because I wanted to hear him speak but because the more he talked, the more information I got.

"Mrs Kyle left us seniors in charge of the whole thing and I'm the chief director, so that means I'm your main source of information. If you really want some credit from this little activity princess, I'll be willing to set up an appointment." He said, his voice held confidence and control as he voiced his plan.

How about you take your pathetic little position and shove it up your jackass, you egotistical nuisance! I was about to tell him just what I was thinking, when Jay stopped me again.

"We'll think about it sir, and have a nice day." Jay said, as he grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the booth. Before we got far enough though, Keith shouted his reply and I felt like dying right there.

"My kind of interview is in the form of a date princess!"

I began to speed walk, ignoring his voice and pretending he's wasn't talking to me. He continued anyway.

"A romantic setting with candles. We'll have dinner and then dance the night away. And if you want, you can come home with me. We'll do whatever you want all night long and give you breakfast in bed and......."