Maybe A Lovestory

PROLOGUE

I grabbed his arm, as tightly as I possibly could, digging my nails into his flesh. The sadistic side of me was extremely satisfied about hurting him, after how much he has hurt me.

I dragged him after me, as far away from the bar, as possible. Andrew didn't even try to offer any resistance, clearly anticipating my reaction if he tried to do anything against my will, right now.

Dragging him painfully, I stormed outside the club, and literally threw him in front of me with as much power, as was within me.

Which wasn't a lot.

"You seem furious".

I let out a laugh, garnished with hostility.

"Damn right I am!"

Crossing my arms across my chest, I stand straight in front of him, to look as intimidating as possible. However, he still had a good six inches over me.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" I screamed.

The smug look that he was wearing on his face, disappeared. The light in his eyes dimmed. His face turned red, and the veins on his forehead and neck became prominent.

"You want to know what I was doing?"

His voice was dangerously low. Low and dangerous. He treaded towards me lightly with each word.

"You want to know what I was doing? I was trying to keep you away from a guy who only wants to get into your pants!"

His voice was laced with menace, and his eyes shone with unsuppressed hostility.

I automatically moved a few steps back, as his voice grew louder. When he noticed this, he cleared his throat.

"I am sor-", he reached  for my arm.

I held up both my hands and moved farther away from him, my tears threatening to betray me.

"You do not get to decide what I have to do with any guy". My voice was quivering from either the suddenly chilled air that seemed to be blanketing me, or the overwhelming emotions which were trying to engulf me.

He sighed. His temper was visibly flaring again.

"Did you even see how he looked at you in that dress? He had the look of a predator!"

I slowly gulped. I was trying very hard to not beat the shit out of him.

"Andrew", I breathed out.

He looked at me, surprised. Stunned.

"You are just a senior. Please act like one".

The change of the air around us was drastic. I could practically see him trying to control himself from doing something inappropriate.

Well, that makes two of us.

He slowly walked towards me, striding like a lion who is about to pounce on his unguarded prey. I started walking backwards, but he easily caught up.

Holding both my arms tightly with his hands, he moved dangerously close. Close enough for me to sniff his intoxicating perfume. Bringing his mouth close to my ear, he whispered.

"Oh, now I get it. Dirty dancing like that with Grayson, having dinner with me, and now wearing almost nothing and flirting with Richardson.."

My face scrunched up in confusion. Where is he going with this?

His hold on my arms grew tighter.

"Aren't you just a little gold digger? That girl who will give it to anyone who will pay for it?"

I gasped.

Did he really just say that? Is he serious? How could he?

His hands moved from my arms, to the little of my back, as he pulled me close into him.

It all happened so fast, that I had no time to react. One moment he was hurting me, and the next, his lips were painfully performing gymnastics against mine.

I pulled away as hard and fast as I could, and without thinking for another moment, and even before he could blink, my hands struck his face, hard.

I slapped him with all of my strength. All these months of confusing actions, all those embarrassing words that he spoke to me, all the baseless accusations that he made to me, came crashing down on me, as I slapped him one more time.

His face hung low, and his jaw was stern. 

Tears rolled down my eyes incessantly, as I braced myself for what was going to happen next.