Chapter 87
317 Words
This must be a joke because never in my life had I been subjected to such humiliation.
Ang on my birthday, of all days!
I scratch the poster out with my hands, damaging one of my acrylic nails in the process. I didn't even care about that then.
I look back to Damien who was smirking his ass off. Not on my date of birth, you jerk. I grab him by the collar, and as he didn't really take me seriously, he was pretty easy to grab. He mostly just followed me as I dragged his ass outside on the front yard.
"Come on, Lottie. That was a joke," he laughs.
My brows furry in distress.
This detestable jerk. Thinking he can get away with anything. Get away with ruining my one day. My forking debut. Thinking he can date me, pretend to love me, then come out as gay on my debut, with my ex-boyfriend and one of my best friends as his lover? This forking jerk.
"Try me again, Damien," I taunt as he tries to enter back into the party. My parents were trying to contain all my relatives inside. From the corner of my eye, I glanced up at Alex and Leo who were by the doorway, watching my movements. Damien looks up at them, too.
I pull up my arms, urging him to try to run past me again.
He rushes past, still laughing, still thinking all of this was a fun prank. I push his ass back with both of my arms. It put some recoil on my body and I almost lost balance, but I was too furious to even think about losing.
"Try again," I spat out.
"I don't fight girls, Charlotte," he shouts back.
"Too bad, then."
"I just want some cake, Lottie. And my bag's inside, let me back in, please?" he begs but his eyes laughed
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