"You do know I won't go anywhere, right?" He voiced out confidently.
"And you do know I can leave this table anytime, right?" I rebutted.
"What makes you so sure?" I asked, irritation evident in my tone.
"'Cause if you wanted to, you could've left the moment I approached you."
"I know what you're trying to do." I intoned while looking sternly at him.
"Oh? Enlighten me." He took another sip from his glass then leaned closer as if he really wants to listen to me.
"Well, you start by asking me all these questions just to strike for a conversation, while complimenting me of how I look even if it's a lie, and yeah, lie, lie, lie just to get in my pants. I'm telling you, it's not gonna work." I informed him and gave him a boring face.
"Ouch! That kinda hurt. But FYI, you're not wearing any pants, missy." He smirked.
"Thanks, Mr. Smarty Pants."
"My pleasure." He said winking at me.
I’m thinking of something to get rid of this guy, his arrogance is really annoying.
"So, where's your boyfriend?" He pried.
"I told you, you're talking to the wrong girl."
"And what makes you say that?"
"Are you really this persistent?" I said in an annoyed tone.
"One of my many wonderful traits." He chuckled.
"More like annoying. What do you want anyway?"
"I honestly don't know. I'm just looking for someone to talk to."
"So, why me?"
"Well, Bambi there preferred lesbians." Pointing his glass to a blonde girl talking to another girl. "Red head, too annoying." Pointing his finger to a red haired girl talking to a guy. "And blonde's too predictable." Pointing to a blonde girl surrounded by a lot of guys. He took another sip from his glass.
"Like I told you, everyone knows what people like you do, so just move along and talk to someone else." I gestured to shoo him away but he just replied with a grin. "What's so funny?" I questioned.
"It's amusing how you girls think I'm flirting with you when all I'm doing is just having a nice and simple conversation."
"You're not flirting with me?" I raised my eyebrows. He took a sip from his almost empty glass.
"--That's flirting." He pointed his glass to a guy touching the butt of a girl in a dress, getting slapped in the process. It made me laugh a little actually.
"He deserved it." I said trying hard not to laugh.
"I agree. People don't have respect these days."
"You can say that again." I agreed. I didn't know why the words came out of my mouth.
"Someone has problems."
"Don't we all?" I defended.
"Right you are. I'd ask for a toast if only you had something to drink. Would you like one?" He asked.
"My boyfriend's getting mine. He's probably not gonna like that you're here talking to me."
|Alex Pettyfer||as Zach|
|Nina Dobrev||as Tori|
|Blake Lively||as Chloe|
|Nathaniel Buzolic||as Nathan|
|Chace Crawford||as James|