Chapter 4
1221 Words
Eyes
Zara's Pov
I'm not innocent. I've been into places like this before due to the influence of Brian, my ex boyfriend. He likes to booze and to drink a lot. He would bring me with him everytime. And I'm glad that I managed to control myself and to realize that he wasn't good for me.
"I didn't know that you were the type that likes.. this kind of place."
I glanced at him. His habit of just showing up out of nowhere is really unbelievable. He leaned on the bannister while sipping on a brown and dark liquor that he was holding. Is he stalking me? Or is it really a coincidence that he's here at this time?
"You are too nosy." I said this and continued to scan the people below.
He laughed again beside me. "You're really interesting...very straightforward. My kind of girl"
My face turns sour. What?
I sneered on him. "Leave me alone, bastard." I moved away from him but he is so senseless.
"C'mon, Zara. Aren't you attracted? I'm hot and handsome." He proudly said. He even winked at me.
Now, I wanna puke. He's impossible.
"Will you please stop pestering me? I'm not interested. So back off." It's so tiring to talk with this kind of guy.
He holds his chest, acting like he got hurted. This bastard is surely bored with his life. "Your damn words are so cruel, Zara."
I faced him. He became attentive. His smirked won't disappear. "Why don't you just leave and find someone else who's interested? Because I'm not." I emphasized the three last words.
He raise both of his hands. "Why are you so grumpy? I am just being friendly. What's wrong with that? Here, to calm you down.." He offered me his drink.
Friendly my ass.
"C'mon Zara..." He whispered.
"I am here to look for my friend. Not to drink with you."
He glanced downstairs. "I'm not stopping you, Zara. I just want to be friends with you. Ah, what about, I help you to find her?"
"No thanks, bastard.." I snatched his glass and drank it all, just to make him shut and to leave me alone. I don't need his help. Not him.
I saw his satisfied reaction before I shut my eyes. I could feel my cheeks and throat burning up because of that drink. It's such a damn hard liquor that I already felt the dizziness. I gripped the bannister and pushed the glass against his chest.
How can they drink that thing? It's a damn poison!
"Contended? Now will you go and stop pestering me?"
I closed my eyes. Everything around me was spinning. Did he put something on it?
"Now, you make me want to... bite you more." I heard him, but it's not clear enough for me to understand. He caressed my cheeks and hold my chin to face him. His other hand was resting on my waist. I irritatedly removed it away from me.
He was trying to take advantage of me being lightheadness. What a maniac.
"What did you put on it?" I managed to glared at him despite of the uneasy feeling.
His eyes grew bigger a bit. "What?"
"What did you put on it?" I emphatically said.
Wrinkles of surprised appeared on my forehead when he smelled some strands of my hair. He peeked at my reaction with his playful smile. "I'm not that type, Zara. Your alcohol tolerance is just that really low." I slapped his hands away.
What is this bastard doing?
"You creep--"
I stopped after noticing our small distance. I gritted my teeth. I finally got the strength to push him. He lazily stepped back, still flashing his smirk. Wait, is he flirting with me? Ha!
"You bastard. If you think that I've already forgotten what you've done to my friend, then-- "
I leaned on the bannister when he stepped forward again. He locked me in between. I tried to push his chest, but he didn't even flinch.
He bit his lip while watching me struggling, "I don't know what you're saying, Zaraniel. Do I really did something to your friend?" he licked his lips."Or does she? You saw it. She slap--"
"She won't react like that if you didn't do something on her!" I paused when I realized something. I just remembered my friend's preferences when it comes to boys. She really likes bad boys. She always tells me about it and she always daydreaming about them. Oh no don't tell me.
She and this...bastard?
I looked up to him."Tell me what's really your relationship with her? Did you dump her and chose another woman?"
His eyes widened until he laughed. Even with the loud music, I could still fully hear his hearty laughs.
"Are you accusing me of being a playboy?"
I rolled my eyes. He didn't answer my question. "Why not? You look like a man who would dare to devour and crawl under woman's pants. So tell me, was she included among those women?" I firmly asked.
He leaned on me. I crossed my arms to keep space between us.
"You and your dirty thoughts. Hmm.. but I can do that. Just tell me, and I will willingly oblige." he huskily said.
My folded arms loosen.
The first time I saw him, I already knew that he was a damn playboy. He has the assets; the face, the body and all. Plus, he knows how to play with his words. So he uses all of it to make woman bend their knees on him. So it's not impossible that he flirted with Bea too. Most probably, my best friend only got hurt in the end, which is why her anger over this guy is too much.
I ran my fingers through my hair with all of those realizations. Now, I understand why she impulsively reacted like that towards this guy. He deserved that slap then, huh?
His eyes followed my every move. I could feel his stiffness when I unintentionally fell on his chest. I shut my eyes and tried to stand properly.
S**t that drink, it should be prohibited!
I looked up to him. He was so tall even I'm with my stiletto. His eyes wondered my face and neck. His breathing became heavier too. He parted his lips like he coundn't breath properly. Why he suddenly looked so weird? He attempt to lean on me more but I pushed him.
"Zara..." He whispered my name. My eyes widened when I saw his eyes changing in color!
"Y-your eyes..."
I blinked.
"What?" He step backwards. His eyes turn back on it's natural color as the color of the place changed as well. Am I really that drunk to imagining things?
"J-Just f*ck off." I pushed him after.
I walk passed him. My feet brought me to the people dancing wildly on the dance floor. I glanced above and I saw him still there. He was leaning on the bannister but, with the circle of some daring women. They were obviously flirting with him, but he's eyes though, were all on me. He sipped on his new drink without taking his eyes off me.
I avoided his gaze. I suddenly feel chills all over me. His eyes really turned into gold earlier. What's that mean?
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