Love to Hate You

Chapter Seventeen

I look from Austin to Sean, both look relatively stunned. When I make eye contact with Sean I smirk and wink. He looks at me questioningly. I just wiggle my eyebrows and stand up, clapping with the rest of the crowd, swaying to the beat.

I'm only gonna break break ya break break ya heart.

I'm only gonna break break ya break break ya heart.

I'm only gonna break break ya break break ya heart.

I'm only gonna break break ya break break ya heart.

Woah Woah

Sean stands up with Austin and they do the same. Justin’s gaze meets mine and a look of disappointment flashes across his face when he sees us dancing and clapping to the song. I know he’s trying to intimidate us when he begins walk toward our table.

Theres not point trying to hide it

No point trying to evade it

I know I got a problem

Problem with misbehavior

I maintain eye contact while he continues forward. He can’t scare me. To prove my point I shorten his trek by striding up to him and continuing to dance. He just looks down at me, desperation swimming in his eyes. He wants to break me, break my newly found confidence. The old me would have run away, but the new me is up for the challenge.

If you fall for me

I'm not easy to please

Imma tear you apart

Told you from the start, baby from the start.

It feels like it’s just me and him in this moment of challenge. To heighten the tension I reach up for his hair and run my fingers through it, my other hand planted firmly on his chest while I sway my hips. I watch his face contort slightly before he pushes me back.

I'm only gonna break break ya break break ya heart.

I'm only gonna break break ya break break ya heart.

I'm only gonna break break ya break break ya heart.

I'm only gonna break break ya break break ya heart.

Woah Woah

He suddenly pulls me back to him, his left hand holding my hips close to him while he lowers his head to sing the next part directly to me.

And I know karma's gonna get me back for being so cold

Like a big bad wolf I'm born to be bad and bad to the bone

I laugh at the genius of his song choice. He couldn’t be more correct.

I grab his shirt collar and tilt my lips toward his ear, “You can always decide to give up.”

As if my words don’t make an impression, he lets me go and walks back to where he made his entrance.

If you fall for me I'm only gonna tear you apart

Told ya from the start.

I'm only gonna break break ya break break ya heart.

I'm only gonna break break ya break break ya heart.

I'm only gonna break break ya break break ya heart.

I'm only gonna break break ya break break ya heart.

Run away then, coward. He can’t take it. He knows I’m right. He’ll have to give in eventually. Wouldn’t it just be easier to admit that you’re a man whore and be done with it? I wonder if this is merely a game to him. I may envision a battle field while he envisions Candy Land. If that’s the case, I can always make sure he picks up the wrong card and gets bumped back to the beginning of the game board.