(Noah/Abel's POV)

Here I am again, up at the same bar, with the same people, doing the same time. This is what they do with their simple lives. They work, drink, sleep and repeat. It's so simple, I almost crave it.

Watching the two of them dance around in the group of people, I chug my rum and look away. Ever since my argument with Matt yesterday, I'm determined to prove I have no feelings towards Amara. My fake relationship is just that, fake.

"Hey." The brunette bounces to my side and tucks her hair out of her face. "You should come dancing with me." She does her signature knock on the bar to get another drink.

"No." I answer short and sternly once our new drinks arrive, immediately I start chugging my drink.

"Why not?" She arches a brow at sips through her straw. 

Setting my glass down, I've lost all my patience. "Because I don't want to, Amara." I try to look her in the eye but I can't bring myself to do when I spoke so harshly.

"Okay." She brushes it off like it doesn't phase her, but I know it did.

Excusing herself, she pushes past the crowd of people and walks outside. For some reason I feel like I should go after her, but I don't. Instead, I keep my ass on the bar stool and chug more rum. Her emotions aren't my problem, I don't care if I was harsh.

Knotting my brows together, I glare at my glass and swirl the liquid around. Why would she even ask me to dance anyways? In the two months I've known her, I haven't done anything like that.

"So you're serious about distancing yourself from her, huh?" Matt sits down next to me.

"How'd that appointment go?" I growl, taking a drink of my rum.

"Do you care?" He smirks.

"Not really." I roll my icy eyes.

"It went well I suppose. Not injury to the brain, surprising though. Considering she took five blows to the face." He shrugs nonchalantly.

Gripping the glass in my hand when he mentions what happened, it shatters in my hand.

"Fuck dude." Matt hisses when rum splatters his shirt and face.

Shaking the remaining shards off my hand, I storm out of the bar and light a cigarette. Fucking prick says shit just to get under my skin.

"What happened to your hand?" Amara's voice fills my ears as I sit on the bench. Cranning my neck to the side, I look under over at the other bench, finding her there alone.

"Nothing that concerns you." I shun her away by turning the other way.

"Did I do something?" She questions from behind me.

Closing my eyes, I already regret what I'm about to say. "You're annoying the fuck out of me lately. Why don't you just fuck off for a while?"

As soon as the words left my mouth I wanted to take them back. I wanted to turn around and tell her I'm sorry and I don't know why. Not knowing why I want to apologize, I stay where I'm at.

Why is she silent? Why isn't she yelling at me? I hate this silence, I'd rather her scream at me or something.

"Woah, kinda tense out here." Matt laughs as he storms outside. "Amara, beautiful what's wrong?" His face changes from happy to sympathetic quickly.

Looking over my shoulder I catch a glimpse of her red puffy eyes and swollen eyes. That's great, I made her cry. Not only does that make me feel like shit but, it pisses me off even more because I don't know why it makes me feel bad. I'm am expert on not caring about other's feelings.

"Do you want me to give you a ride home?" He asks as he tucks her hair behind her ear.

The urge to snap his hand almost took control. I don't like it when he does that, I do that when she cries.

"I can give her a ride."

Scoffing, Amara stands up amd ignores me. "I'll ride with Brandon." With that, she flips her hair, walks right past me and enters the bar.

"Don't worry buddy, I'll give her the best ride she's ever had." He pats my shoulder and smirks.

"Don't." I snap as I glare at him.

"What did you say to her?" He laughs, leaning back on the bench. "She was a mess when I came out here."

Guilt suddenly weighed heavy on my chest, I can't believe I said what said.

"I called her annoying and told her to fuck off." I admit.

"Damn, Noah. Even I wouldn't of been that harsh." His tone is flat.

Who's he trying to kid? He's the kind of prick that would say exactly that but, then again so am I.

"It's not like it matters anyways, I just want that damn flash drive."

"Then I guess I get to swoop in and be the shoulder she cries on."

"I don't care." I grind my teeth and clench my jaw.

Standing from his spot, he shrugs. "I can't wait to real close to her." Matt offers me a sly smirk.

"Is that all you really want from this mission? To sleep with the target?" I snap at the agent infront of me.

"Not until I saw her, how haven't you noticed how hot she is? Any man with a brain wants that."

"So what?" I narrow my eyes at him. "You want to fuck her and then dump her? That's your play Brandon. You act as the good guy, you get close, fuck em, get information and leave."

Laughing in my face, he shakes his head. "That's exactly what you do as well, Abel."

Lighting another cigarette, I scoff.

"Unless that is, you do have feelings for tiny brunette." A smile spreads across his face. "In which case you should let me know, before it's too late."

With that, he heads inside the bar, off to find Amara I'm sure.