Status: Completed
Poison or Ink?
8
"What's wrong?" I crossed my arms firmly.
"Nothing." This answer only pissed me off more.
I glared at him, "Don't bullshit. It doesn't suit you."
"What do you think I'm pissed at?" His voice rose.
"I have no fucking clue, Fuentes!" I matched his tone. "But you've been a complete fuck ever since you saw Sammi. What is she?" I asked. "An ex?"
He screwed up his face, "No. I would never date her."
I took a step back, "What was that meant to mean?"
His comment was insulting. I found it horrid how he could just casually insult people he didn't know.
"You know I didn't mean it like that." He growled.
"If it's not her, then what?" I challenged.
"You wouldn't care," He sat on one of the steps.
I looked at him in disbelief. "If I 'didn't care', I wouldn't be out here right now."
"Why are you out here?" He looked at me with pure anger. "We've known each other for what? Three days?"
"It feels like a lot longer." I sneered.
He huffed, "Well, it hasn't. I don't know you and you don't know me."
"I think you're wrong."
"I don't." Mike shot back. "You are nothing to me."
I should of been hurt by this, but I wasn't. Just anger.
"Well, like it or not Mike," I spat his name. "I care about you. Because I'm actually capable of feeling!"
He shook his head, letting out a light chuckle.
"You think this is funny?" I pulled him up so he was standing. "Telling me I'm nothing to you then laughing?"
"It is." He hissed.
"Why the fuck does everyone think you're some 'God' like figure!" I was frustrated. "You're fucking pathetic! If I didn't care so much about you I would hate you."
"Maybe you shouldn't care." He spat before going to climb back through the window.
"What did piss you off any way?" I growled at him.
"You."
"Elaborate." The demand was swift.
He turned back. "Seeing you with her."
I waited for the rest.
"It pissed me off because I wasn't her."
"Nothing." This answer only pissed me off more.
I glared at him, "Don't bullshit. It doesn't suit you."
"What do you think I'm pissed at?" His voice rose.
"I have no fucking clue, Fuentes!" I matched his tone. "But you've been a complete fuck ever since you saw Sammi. What is she?" I asked. "An ex?"
He screwed up his face, "No. I would never date her."
I took a step back, "What was that meant to mean?"
His comment was insulting. I found it horrid how he could just casually insult people he didn't know.
"You know I didn't mean it like that." He growled.
"If it's not her, then what?" I challenged.
"You wouldn't care," He sat on one of the steps.
I looked at him in disbelief. "If I 'didn't care', I wouldn't be out here right now."
"Why are you out here?" He looked at me with pure anger. "We've known each other for what? Three days?"
"It feels like a lot longer." I sneered.
He huffed, "Well, it hasn't. I don't know you and you don't know me."
"I think you're wrong."
"I don't." Mike shot back. "You are nothing to me."
I should of been hurt by this, but I wasn't. Just anger.
"Well, like it or not Mike," I spat his name. "I care about you. Because I'm actually capable of feeling!"
He shook his head, letting out a light chuckle.
"You think this is funny?" I pulled him up so he was standing. "Telling me I'm nothing to you then laughing?"
"It is." He hissed.
"Why the fuck does everyone think you're some 'God' like figure!" I was frustrated. "You're fucking pathetic! If I didn't care so much about you I would hate you."
"Maybe you shouldn't care." He spat before going to climb back through the window.
"What did piss you off any way?" I growled at him.
"You."
"Elaborate." The demand was swift.
He turned back. "Seeing you with her."
I waited for the rest.
"It pissed me off because I wasn't her."