"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."
"Doing the boyfriend thing to brush me off? Why don't I believe you?" He examined me.
"You asked me earlier if I had a boyfriend, mister. Believe me, you wouldn't want to meet him."
"Please, call me Lucas. So, where in New York did your so-called boyfriend get your drink?" He said with that silly smile all over his face.
"I'm not telling you my name, mister." I said ignoring his question.
"Now that's just rude. Mystery girl, huh? Are you a vampire?"
"Is this some kind of pick-up line? Because no! Just… don't! Okay?" I rolled my eyes in frustration.
"What a lovely conversation we're having." He chuckled.
"Are you done here? Don't you have to be somewhere else? Somewhere not here?" I suggested.
"I still don't know your name, mystery girl." He insisted.
"It's Wendy. Can you go now?"
"And I'm Peter Pan. It's bad lying to people you know. Don't let it turn into a habit." He advised confidently.
I thought for a second, that he was reading my mind. I thought of the times I lied to my friends these past few days. Although what bothered me the most is the feeling that I've been lying to myself the whole time. I didn't notice that I’m spacing out again in front of a stranger.
"Oh? Cat got your tongue?" He drank what was left of his drink. “Secrets as well? Now that's just a recipe for disaster." He continued.
"Don't talk like you know me." I demanded and then he smiled.
"That just makes me want to know you more."
"You're really giving both of us a hard time here." I concluded.
"Well, I do that a lot. You know, I like you, I love being challenged." He said with a confident smile.
"I'm not the kind of girl you toy with, mister."
"I wouldn't be so sure if I were you." He clearly stated.
"You're so dead." I shook my head. I was pissed at how he was reading me like a book and the way he was talking to me. He’s so full of himself. I couldn't wait for Zach to come back just to see this jerk.
Then I saw Zach walking towards our table together with a waiter holding our drinks. He looked annoyed at the fact that this Lucas is talking to me. When they got to our table, the waiter left the drinks and was called by another customer. I was worried, but some part of me wanted Zach to beat the crap out of this arrogant jerk.
"I hope I'm not interrupting." Zach asked looking at the two of us in the table. Then I saw Lucas do his creepy smile again.
"Oh, you're not. Join us Zach, you look tense, let's drink some more shall we?" Lucas gave a signal to the waiter.
"I was looking all over for you. I guess you already met my girlfriend." Zach said.
"Girlfriend?" Lucas asked with surprised expression plastered on his face. He turned his eyes on me and then he continued. "Well, we haven't been properly introduced yet."
"You're such a douche." Zach beamed and snaked his arm around my waist. "James, this is my girlfriend, Victoria Peige."
"Wait... James? I thought it was Lucas?" I asked suspiciously. Well, he was kinda hitting on me, there's no reason for him to use his real name. I looked at him and he had a confident look on his face.
"James Lucas Gregory. It's nice to finally know your name, Victoria Peige."
---END OF CHAPTER THIRTEEN---
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