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My upper lip twitches at his words, but I keep my anger to myself as I drop my finger from his hard chest. He starts back to speak before I even have a chance to open my mouth and I admit, I'm eager to know what he'll come with.

"A daddy's girl who never had to worry about anything other than her little person. You think the world revolves around you. Deep in yourself, you wish to prove you are more than a stupid little rich brat, but the truth is, you don't know how to do it and you don't have the gut to act anyway. You are more than banal."

His shoulder is still resting against the wall, but he has unfolded one on his arms to move his hand, waving it around while he talks. His tone is playful, but his eyes don't lie. They are a mix of amusement and hints of spitefulness. A nasty devious smirk has replaced the former one on his lips, and I know it is the same with mine. The boy has no idea of who I am. His words don't hurt me even if some shits he just spits are true, I admit it myself, but if he wants to play, I am his girl, and I hate losing.

I am torn between laughing and leaving without responding and saying what is crossing my mind, even though it means playing low and childishly as he did. The alcohol running through my veins push me to go for the second option. I start to speak, using his same exact tone.

"And let me guess, you are the typical guy all the girls fall for? The guy they could never present to their family? Their little dirty secret? Do you think yourself as unique? Darling, you have nothing of a bad boy, but you probably already know it. All the girls are searching with you is a distraction, a way to piss their family off, an attempt to play with fire and that's why you dump them all, because deep down, you know they are not here for you, but for the character you play. Your life must be sad and pathetic to accept such a treatment. But let me tell you something,"

I slightly lift my body on my tiptoes until my face is at the same level that his. I wrap my arms around his neck, grazing his bare skin with my fingernails which makes him shiver. My lips are so close to his red, well-shaped one that I can feel his breath, a mix of mint and alcohol, on my skin.

"Don't you ever dare to treat me like you did, I'm not one of your toys. None of your attempt at harsh words will make me fall for you or break me. I know bad boys, and you are nothing close to it."

I almost breathe my words, looking at him both seductively and dangerously, moving my gaze from his lips to his eyes. His hands have naturally found their way around my waist which has slightly made my body shudder at his touch. His chest rises more rapidly, but he tries to control it by taking deep breathes. His eyes are stuck on me and different emotions are passing through them, but I can't tell what his thoughts are. The adrenaline is rushing through my veins, supported by the alcohol in my blood.

For an instant, we stay silent, he doesn't confirm or deny my words. We stare at each other, losing ourselves in each other's eyes. His fingers are deliciously burning my skin through my clothing and I softly move mine, playing with a strand of his hair. Our lips are so close that I'm tempted to break the little distance in between to taste them.

"See, I was right. You are funny." He says, the amusement playing on his features. His voice is low and deep. The dark green color of his eyes has let place to a beautiful emerald instead.

I drop my gaze on the floor, just to let the time to my mind to adjust to his mood change and I can feel the corner of my mouth uncontrollably raising. He drives me crazy and I find it amusing. I'm stupid and I know alcohol or not, my reaction at this exact moment would be the same. He disarms me with his twisted attitude.

When I look back at him, he is still smirking. I shake my head and unwrap my arms from his neck as I lay flat on my feet, moving away our faces.

"I still have a call to make," I declare. He keeps his hands one or two seconds more on me before releasing his hold. His sudden absence of touch left me oddly empty.

Without another word, but head high and a smirk, I turn on my heels and head to the exit, paying attention this time to not bump into someone. I can feel his gaze on me until I disappear.

The air is cool outside, but I don't miss the warm temperatures of the house. I find a quiet and isolated spot in the garden, slightly plunged in the dark, at good distances from the drunk and loud students. I lean my back against the wall and after I took a deep long breath to pull myself together, I call Caroline.

The call doesn't last long, but it leaves me with a heavy heart. I hate knowing she doesn't feel well. I did my best to help her, and I hope she said the truth when she assured she feels better, yet genuinely happy I called. I run my hand through my thick long black hair, feeling tangles as I brush them down with my fingers, I hate feeling so useless. I am not that selfish, I think with half a smile, Nate's words coming back in my mind.

The peak of adrenaline running through my body a few minutes ago seems to no longer exist, leaving me in a bored and tired state. I haven't told Caroline what happened, they're not a lot to tell anyway and she already has enough worries. I have never been very expressive on my feelings, I always preferred to keep them safe and sound buried in me. I need time before being able to open up. I myself don't even understand what's going on in my head and what I should think of this all situation. No one ever broke my heart, and I am too afraid to let someone crush my feelings. It could give a point to Nate. I protect myself so much that I don't even know what love truly is. I have dated but never fell in love.

With a sigh, I push myself away from the wall with a kick of the shoulder. I place a smile on my lips as I walk back inside. Nate is back here as well. In my sight, he turns his head and I give him a discrete playful wink before I sit.

I take back the cup that was waiting for me. While I take a sip and feel the sweetness of the alcohol sliding down in my throat and gently burning me inside, I listen Victoria telling me what I missed, which isn't much, after I had to explain why I was gone so long. I reduce my explanation by saying the call I pass was lengthy, there is no need to inform her about my discussion with Nate. Not now at least, not when she is drunk, making her reaction too unpredictable.

Slowly, I am back taking part in the conversations. I don't speak to Nate, but we exchange a few glances like we couldn't ignore each other anymore. I don't know if the situation has changed between us, I still can't stand him, and I'm sure the feeling is mutual, we aren't going to exchange kind small words either, yet, something is different. I have no idea where it is going to lead us, but I am not against a little amusement. I am going to show him what a stupid little rich brat can do.

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