Game On, Pretty Boy. ♕ RUCAS

♕ Chapter Seven ♕ - Memorable Date (Part Two)

I snort, "What? You find that cute?"

Her love filled eyes turns into hate filled ones when they meet mine. "Have you always been this heartless?"

I smirk. "Maybe."

"How can you even stand yourself?" She murmured under her breath.

"I'm perfect, Shaky, that's why I stand myself."

I'm not perfect. I just really liked getting on her nerves.

She rolls her eyes and looks back at the old couples slow dancing. Her eyes filled with love once again and the smile on her face told me she thought it was cute.

"No but really. You think it's cute?" She furrows her brows at me and I nod in the direction of the old couples.

She turns her gaze back to them and smiles. "I don't find it cute." I nod my head. "I found it kinda beautiful."

Now I was the one to furrow my brows. "Beautiful? Old people dancing is beautiful?"

"Yeah, I mean, they've spend their whole lives together up to this point. Who knows, maybe they were deeply in love when they were in our age." She says as she arches a brow at me.

"Or they hated each other." I state.

"Like us.."She laughs but stops when she realised what she had just said.

I smirked. "My, my, does little Matthews see her and me dancing there in fifty years, huh?"

She tries to once more hide a blush and has to look away, "No, I don't."

"Yeah, whatever helps you sleep at night." I arch my brow at her, my smirk growing wider.

She rolls her eyes and looks away.

As the time went by, we did nothing. We didn't look at each other, we didn't speak, we did nothing at all. It was getting boring and I could send that she thought and felt the same. I need a plan...asap.

"Do you have any siblings?" I ask, trying to fill the silence with words.

She turns her gaze towards me and she furrows her brows. "Uhm...yeah, I do. I have a brother."

I nod my head, "That's..cool. What's his name?"

She lets out a sigh, "His name is Auggie."

"Older or younger?" And e have a conversation, ladies and gentlemen.

"Younger. He's nine." She answers with a smile creeping on her lips. "How about you? Since we are talking about it, I mean."

I chuckle. "Only child."

Her smile fades and is replaced with a frown. "Oh..."

The pity in her eyes made my blood boil. I didn't like when people felt sorry for me. It made me feel weak and I didn't like to feel weak in front of people. Usually, I would throw a punch. But since it is a girl and I don't hit girls because that would make me my dad, I didn't. I wasn't my dad and wasn't planning on becoming him in the near future either.