The Price of Gold | Fortune's Fool #1

04 | tortured from within

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♥ gabriel ♥

"RED OR GREEN?" I asked Louisa, as I stared at the edge of her dress that had risen considerably with to show her legs since she sat down in the driver's seat. Before she could start screaming at me, I quickly looked up at her face again.

Her head tilted towards me but her focus on the road. She tutted in annoyance at the sound of my voice. "Sorry, what?"

Folding my arms and turning to stare out the window, I repeated my question causing her to grip the steering wheel tight and exhale loudly. "Okay, what the fuck are you talking about, Gabriel? Bloody hell. When I said I'd drop you home, I'd hoped that you would sit there silently instead of pestering the hell out of me."

I sat silently and began counting the seconds in my head until she asked me. One. Two. Three. Fou-

She sighed, frustrated. "So what were you going to say?"

Smirking, I started. "You see, I'd say that you have more of a green aura seeing as the only emotions you've shown since I met you are disgust and snobbishness but you know, sometimes, I feel like I'm judging you too quickly."

I paused to glance at her face. "Like right now, the murderous look on your face suggests you're got more of a red aura. Anger... fury... frustration. What do you think? Red or Green? Anger or snobbishness? Oh, or both? What colour would that make... brown? That's a bit disg-"

Her red nails tapped against the door rest in fury, as she visibly tried to control her temper. "I swear to God-"

This was so entertaining. A pretty good pastime for the journey. Maybe, a teeny bit more of a push?

"Darling, are you alright? There's a vein sticking out of your forehead. Stop tensing so much otherwise it'll burst and we wouldn't want blood all over your car, would we? That would be too much for our little princess to deal with?" Just as she clenched her fist, I add an "Ew, blood!" in a nasal voice.

Yeah, maybe I was a little high.

Maybe a lot more than a little and I was sure that the brunette beside me knew that. She didn't acknowledge it which I was thankful for. I don't what what I would have said.

A second later, the car pulled up at the side of the road and Louisa seemed like she was on the verge of pulling her hair out. "Right, what's the problem?" Her eyebrows were furrowed as I tried not to burst out laughing. "Like who on earth says that? Do you want me to drop you off at the asylum because I'm really beginning to think you need a check-in?"

Boy was this fun for a Monday afternoon. 

Forcing a straight face, I looked at her nonchalantly. "Well, quite a lot of things actually; I hate when people chew with their mouth open and when my cupboard is left slightly ajar at night." I tapped my long fingers against my chin. "Ah, and don't forget when plug socket switches are left turned on. That gets on my nerves. Oh, and I hate people who tell others to go to a mental asylum."

If the intensity of a look could be measured, the angered expression she gave me would have shattered the scale. Little lines formed on her face as she scowled bitterly. How this girl looked stunning even when she pulled the ugliest of expressions, I had no idea. "That didn't even make sense. I asked what your problem was."

"You didn't exactly specify what problem you were asking about, darling."

"Yes, I did."

"You really didn't."