Dissolving Distance

《4》

When I look for him in the corner, his eyes are already glaring at me. Bryce's jaw clenches and I can see his teeth grinding. His vision travels down my half-naked body. As Bryce starts walking to me, the group of guys instantly disperse.

"Let's fucking go."

Bryce reaches down and grabs my hand. I look at him crazy when he holds it tighter than usual. "Hey, bartender. Close her tab." Evan is about to say something, but I shake my head, telling him not too. "I found Levi upstairs. I'm just going to drive him back." Bryce nods his head at Jayden before pulling me out of the bar.

"Bryce, stop." My heeled feet struggle to keep up with his quick steps. I pull my hand from his and stop walking. Bryce turns around, walking my back up against a fence. "I told you not to come. Let me guess, those guys were being aggressive." He angerly runs his hands down his face when I stop looking into his eyes. "That's why I fucking told you not to come."

The fact that he thinks I will do whatever he tells me is pissing me off. "I handled those fucking guys. You can be such a dick sometimes," I say, pushing past him and walking down the sidewalk. Bryce keeps his distance while we walk. Every time he says a little comment, I flip him off behind me.

"Hey, sweetie. Do you need me to walk you home?"

I ignore the guy who matches my steps in the middle of the street. "Man, she's good. Keep it moving," Bryce says behind me. The guy blatantly ignores him and continues talking to me. Bryce steps in between us, grabbing my hand.

"I told you she was fucking good. Back the hell up."

Bryce doesn't need to yell because his stern voice is enough to do the job. The annoying guy holds up his hands and retreats. "Now you decide to speak up for me," I say in a cold tone, clearly taking a dig at the Quad situation. I snatch my hand from his and walk to the passenger side door of his car. "What the fuck is your problem?" He questions, unlocking the car.

"No, what the fuck is yours? Commanding me and shit," I look at him before getting in the car. The shots and mixed drinks have finally caught up with me. There is no reason for us to be arguing, but I just want too. I could say it was those two girls or his actions at the bar. Yet, to be honest, I think I just want to fight with him.

When we get to the apartment, Bryce and I go straight to his room. "First, I wasn't commanding you. You fucking told me you weren't going out," he says slamming the bedroom door after I walk in. "You're the one that said we weren't. You didn't even ask me." I take off my shoes and throw them near my suitcase.

"Regardless, you went when we agreed you wouldn't. And why the hell are you half naked? I don't want guys looking at you," Bryce talks after aggressively throwing his sweatshirt onto his dresser. "Who gives a fuck Bryce? People are going to look at us! Damn, those two bitches in the park were basically undressing you with their eyes. Wait, but you wouldn't have noticed," I paused, bending down to get a t-shirt out of my bag.

"You were too busy enjoying them stroking your damn ego. Fuck, you even forgot I was there!"

I get up and stare at Bryce as I change my clothes. His body language tells me I hit a nerve. The veins in his neck are bulging and his hands are squeezed into fist. I'm not worried about him hitting me cause it's not in his nature. The muscles in his body and face have tightened. He is sexy when he's mad.

I hate that I'm enjoying this a little too much.

"Cahlia, I don't know if you're trying to start something, but you need to stop talking. You are pissing me off." I could totally get in bed and just ignore all of this. However, I'm Cahlia Robinson, and I don't do that.