London Nights

Three: Dating

Gary and I walked over to the cinema on Leicester Square and chatted away. I still had to think of Taron and Richard though.

"Which movie would you like to see?" Gary asked when we had reached the ODEON theatre.

I checked the programme "How about Wolverine?"

"Sure" he smiled and got us two tickets.

I got popcorn for us and we took our seats in the last row. I was so excited I almost jumped up and down. I had to stifle a gasp when I saw Taron as Wolverine the first time. He had already been in great shape when I watched Robin Hood a few years back but this was something else. He was so muscular and sexy I almost lost it. Yet here I was, not with Taron, but with Gary. I sighed.

We walked out of the cinema afterwards

"What did you think of the movie?" Gary asked

"I liked it. I loved how they changed the story a bit" I didn't want to swoon too much about Taron. "What did you think?"

"It was great" he smiled as we walked towards the Tube station. "I had no idea Taron was that trained" he laughed.

I laughed too, even though I rather felt like crying. I had felt these muscles tense when Taron looked over at Gary earlier tonight.

We reached the tube station and I was petrified as I saw Taron standing there.

"Hey" Gary waved to him, he seemed happy to see him. Taron – not so much.

I couldn't meet Taron's eyes as he glanced from me to Gary and back to me again, slightly rising his eyebrow in the process. Oh, I could tell what he was thinking.

"Hi" Taron said drily. "Where are you coming from?"

"Funnily enough we just went to see Wolverine" Gary said and glanced over to me.

"Yeah, we did" I deadpanned.

"Can I talk to you for a sec?" Taron asked me, completely ignoring Gary. What was his problem?

I glanced over at Gary who look from me to Taron and back to me. "I have to head home anyway" he said. "Thanks for tonight" he gave me a kiss on the cheek

Taron and I stood there as Gary disappeared in the tube station.

"Is he your boyfriend?" Taron asked rudely.

"Who?" I asked as I went to the side so people could pass by.

"You know who" Taron bit out. He slurred slightly. He must have been drinking.

"What is your problem?" I practically yelled.

"My problem?" he raised both of his eyebrows and walked closer towards me.

I took him in, his jaw was clenched, his brows furrowed. He cupped my face in his hands and for a second there I forgot everything around us. When I realised he moved in closer, trying to kiss me, I slapped him. Hard. I wanted to groan because my hand hurt from slapping his face.

"What the hell!" I yelled as I pushed him away from me "Stay away from me!" I pointed my finger at him before heading for the tube.

"Marie, wait" I heard him shout before I drowned in the mass.

On the ride home, I thought of what had happened last night. What has gotten into him? And why did some part of me want to kiss him back?