Short Stories

Thirteen: Smile

    (A/N): Sorry if you're a boy. And, there's cursing.

I smiled at the flashing cameras and posed. My bright red dress sparkled in the bright light as the gleaming bracelet wrapped around my wrist shimmered at the flashing cameras. My name was repeated constantly, wanting to grab my attention for the camera and an answer about my newest movie. I calmly answered a few questions before entering the theatre to sit down in my seat for the premiere. Immediately, a frown replaced the smile that was adorning my face. I never did like people that much. Fiddling with my jewelled bracelet, I waited for the movie to start and hoped nobody would notice me. Unfortunately, the main actor decided to approach me.

"Hey, Aine! How are you?" Armann asked. I plastered on a fake smile and answered quietly, "I'm good." Armann beamed at me with a big grin and took a seat next to mine.

"How are you feeling now that we're done acting for the movie?"

"I feel satisfied." And happy to get away from all of you. I replied. I scooched a little bit away from Armann, but that only caused him to place his hand on my left thigh.

"Me too. Hey, I was wondering if I could get your number. I really like you." He asked, his face leaning a bit too close for my liking. His pupils were dilated and his lips were slightly parted. I looked into his eyes hoping to see what he really wanted, but unfortunately I was not one of those people that read someone's eyes.

"Erm, could you backup?" I asked. Armann's eyes narrowed slightly and his lips faintly tugged downwards, but he backed up nonetheless.

"Sorry, if I made you feel uncomfortable." He apologized, but the lack of his hand on my thigh showed that he really wasn't. I flashed a fake smile at him and tried to get out of my seat to move somewhere else. However, as I stood up, he grabbed onto my wrist tightly and pulled me back into his lap and wrapped his thick arms around me waist. My smile disappeared, and I smashed the back of my head into his face. Armann let out a girly shriek and released me. I immediately jumped out his lap and turned around to face him. Patrons were looking at us, bewildered.

"You bitch!" Armann growled. His hands uncovered from his face to reveal a bloodied nose.

"Well, don't try to sexually harass me then." I retorted, anger coursing through me. Cameras flashed at the scene, but I didn't smile this time. I simply scowled at the man in front of me.

"I'm going to sue you and send you to prison, you fucker." Armann spat, spit flying out his mouth and onto the carpeted floors of the theater. I rolled my eyes.

"Oh, Armann. When they go through the footage, the only thing they'll find is that I'm the victim, fucker." I sent a venomous smile his way and sauntered away to find a different seat. The crowd that had formed around us parted ways for me, and I quickly found another empty seat for me to sit in. A tiny smile sat on my lips from the encounter.

I'd been needing to do that since Day One.

(A/N): I am SO sorry for the bad ending; I had writer's block, and this was the best I could come up with. But I hope you enjoyed!