Bulletproof

Chapter 1

You stared at the girl across the room. She seemed happy. Too happy. You resented the smile on her face; the glee that radiated from her and her friends.

You scowled at your half empty bottle of beer and thought to yourself, no one should ever be that happy. Life isn't perfect. Life isn't fair. And you wondered whether her perfect smile was genuine or a facade.

You never know what's real and what's fake when it comes to her. One minute she hates you and the next she tries to get in your pants. You stared at her intently until she accidentally locked gazes with you.

Her smile quickly disappeared, and she broke eye contact immediately. You smirked at the effect your gaze had on her.

Not so confident and powerful now, are we? Fully clothed and in public.

You got cocky and decided to walk over to her little group. You stumbled a little from the effects of the beer you had. Her huddle fell into a dead silence as you stood in front of her.

And so it goes, you thought. You're certain she smelled the beer on you; you saw it in the way pity flashes across her face. But you also detected the slightest trace of regret, like a tiny beacon in the darkness of her eyes.

"What do you want?" she said in a quiet voice.

"Nothing," you drawled out with a cocky grin. But you both knew that's a lie.

There's an urgency in her eyes, in the way her hands curled up by her sides. No one else noticed the motion but you caught it. You knew her so well; you learned every way she poured her frustration into action or how she tried to marshal it.

She wanted you to leave but you're not done. Not done making a fool of yourself, not done making her angry.

"What do you want?" you asked, keeping eye contact and taking a step closer to her.

You smelled the light flowery perfume that she loves, but her body and stance radiated heat and anger.

You smiled, flashing your perfect white teeth. Her cerulean blue eyes hardened as she glared at you with a mixture of hatred and something else.

You swayed for a moment but kept your balance somehow. Her friends were giving you dirty looks, but you could care less. You were focused on making her look bad, focused on hurting her the way she hurt you...

"You came to us - what do you want?" one of her friends retorted.

Before you answered, the friend continued her rant.

"You will never be good enough for her," she said a little loudly, making a few heads turn in their direction.

You also noticed the high number of empty glasses littering the high-top table.

You raised an eyebrow, plastering on a mask of pure amusement. However, you felt your heart palpitate with that statement.

It hurt. It really did hurt. All the alcohol you had consumed earlier did nothing to ease the pain that radiated from your chest.

Now your heart was broken and your pride bruised. No way was she getting off that easy.

You pointed at the woman who threw those words at you like daggers and frowned.

"Y-You just shut up!" you slurred.

"If I'm s-such a loser then why did she spread her legs for me?" you chided.

Her rosy cheeks darkened further as storm clouds appeared in her eyes. With a swift movement, she sent the precariously balanced glasses to the floor. The glasses shattered, spraying the nearby booth with fragments.