HIS WORST DISTRACTION ✓

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I wanna raise your spirits,
I wanna see you smile
Though that means I have to leave.

~ Happier - Marshmellow ft Bastille.

Catallina's POV.

He didn't bother to speak to me and so did I. I didn't know what to say and my mind went haywire thinking of anything that I might have said that might have offended him.

None.

If anything, I just described the fragments of my feelings piece by piece. I only told him I loved him.

So the question is... Why is he so off?

Getting out of the car, he didn't help me get out while I just stared at his retreating back silently hoping he would turn back and just look at me.

He didn't.

He walked as if he owned the world no fucking excuse and it hit my poor little ego hard. Why do I feel so awful when I did nothing wrong? He is the one who is wrong and not me. With my dignify intact I stepped out of the car hating how I was following him like a little puppy. He went ahead and got into his study banging the door shut right in front of my face.

Now that's just mean.

I unlocked the door and got in. He was already on the window drinking whiskey facing outside instead of me. I trembled when I felt the cold atmosphere and how the negative energy filled the entire place. I stood there like a statue waiting for him to speak. I stayed like that but still nothing came from him. So I walked towards him slowly as if I was walking on breaking ice, holding my breath so I can be as quiet as possible.

I stood a few centimeters from him as his back completely covered mine. He is so tall even if I wore heels he still towered me. I was about to reach for him and that's when he finally spoke.

"Don't. Touch. Me." He spoke so coldly that I almost flinched. Was he speaking to me?

Of course it's me, who else was about to touch him.

"What's wrong Leo? What happened?" My voice came out too softly and I internally face slammed myself.

"What makes you think something happened?" He spoke still not sparing me a single glance.

"You're attitude and mood all changed at once... I don't know... Was it something that I said?" I hate feeling this useless, I hate how my voice was coming of weak but what I hate most is him not looking at me. He didn't utter a single word leaving me to break the silence.

"Would you at least fucking look at me when am speaking to you?" Every shred of control was evaporating into thin air. I hate being ignored so much.

"Would you please shut up? You are becoming so nagging and it's fucking painful and annoying." He spoke so coldly with no emotions attached. Am I hearing things or what?

"Hey... You better hold on there buddy. I don't know if you are going through man periods and your hormones are  make you think I would allow you to speak trash to me. I don't care if you are the Mafia Don I..." I was cut short from my ranting.

"What are you going to do if I speak to you however I want? Are you going to talk me to death? Are you going to try to punch me just because you had a begginer's luck last time? News flash Red head... I can speak to you however I want and you can do zero fucks about it! AM I FUCKING CLEAR?" He slammed his glass to the window breaking the whole thing to pieces and so as my weak heart.

"NO YOU ARE NOT!! YOU CAN'T SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT!" I began screaming like a maniac... I don't know how to defend myself, I don't know how all of this went down but I just can't let him talk crap to me.