Poisoned Love

11. Strategies

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I shifted uncomfortably. The whole circle didn't react, except Kyle. He had an irritated expression plastered on his face. He leaned closer against Penelope and tried to pull her away from Ace. She raised her hand in his face as a 'just a few minutes' signal. But Kyle wasn't having it.

"That's enough tongue, Pen." He sighs in disappointment. "Stop this, Ace." He says and Ace doesn't respond, he doesn't care. I stood there and watched as Kyle aggressively pushed Penelope away from Ace. Ace remained calm and collected while Penelope was nagging and wanting to continue what Kyle has stopped. I'm glad he stopped this because I wasn't able to watch any of this anymore. I looked over at Ace and he was laying back nonchalantly with an amused smile plastered on his face as he watched Penelope and Kyle bickering.

"I'm still older than you, dumb bitch." Penelope spits. Kyle grabbed her by her shoulder and led her upstairs. She kept resisting him but it was of no use.

"Me next." A girl says. Ace's smirk stretched as he straightened himself on the couch, awaiting the girl to approach him. I couldn't just sit here and watch him make out with girls all day. He wasn't even drunk to begin with. I can't even begin to imagine how he acts when he's drunk.

"Ace." I say in a warning tone. The girl sits on his laps. "Ace, what the hell?" I scoffed. He wasn't responding because the girl crashed her lips against his. He can't be serious. I immediately got up and purposefully hit his shoulder as I passed. I was beyond outraged.

"When you're done fucking around, drive me home." I spat and I quickly made my way to the stairs. I could hear Ace calling for me from behind and I was honestly surprised he even followed me but at this point, I didn't even care. I stormed up and found the closest bathroom. I quickly clicked the door open and entered shutting the door behind me. I pressed my hands against the knob and I was utterly shocked, it didn't have a lock. Who the hell makes a bathroom with no lock?

Soon enough, sure enough, Ace was already banging on the door. I was furious at him. There was no chance I'd let him in. The bathroom was too small anyway and I need to be at least five feet away from him. He brings me to a party without even asking for my permission then he has the audacity to leave me hanging while he makes out with girls?

"Lydia, open up the door or I will open it myself." He blackmails me. "Don't be childish now!"

"At least be respectful and leave me alone!" I fire back.

"Lydia, open the door and we can talk." He says and bangs harder on the door, making me jump. I can practically see the door vibrating. Millions of goosebumps arose on my skin. I can feel my heart racing and sweat forming on my palms but I would never open the door. He can spend the rest of the night making out with girls. What do I care? The banging stopped for a while so I decided to get up off of the floor. I pressed my ear against the door and I clicked it open softly. My gaze was fixed on the floor and I walked forward. I can feel a stone hard figure bumping into me. I looked up and met Ace's stormy blue eyes.

"Let me pass." I say. Our bodies were pressed against each other and I panted heavily. I placed my hands on his chest to push him away. "I said, Let. Me. Pass." I said through gritted teeth.

"Bitterness suits you." He says with a humorous smile. I know I should've stayed inside for a little longer. "I knew you'd open the door." He says and inches closer towards me.

"Ace, are you drunk?" I asked, a worried expression planted on my face. He chuckles humorlessly and keeps moving towards me, forcing me to move backwards until I was back inside the bathroom again.

"You're the one who's drunk." He reminds me. "Plus, I can't drink because I'll have to drive you to your house, well, your temporary house."

"Shut up." I brushed him off and I was relieved when he stopped moving towards me. He closed the bathroom's door and returned back to me. He crossed his arms behind his back.

"So, tell me why you're mad." He asks, curiosity written all over his face.

"I'm not mad." I lied. He obviously knew what upset me yet he's still standing here, asking me why I'm mad instead of apologizing. I doubt he'd even care for a second about why I'm mad, he's just doing this so that his father won't get upset with him. 

"You're lying, Lydia. I can see it on your face. You're such a horrible liar." He sneers, his dimples appearing on his face again. He was right, though. I was a horrible liar, I could never hide my emotions. I never tended to hide them anyway. He approached me and stood even closer than he was before. He grabs my chin and lifts it up gently. I can't help but stare at his moist, plump lips as he does so. I can picture him doing so many things with these lips. "Now tell me why you're mad." He says in a raspy, quiet whisper. I shivered.