Mister Arrogant

Chapter 1

Zara played by Emma DeLury  

~Zara

"You always do this, Zara!" He yelled over the music of the club. My eyes snapped to his, blazing with fury. Dressed in a perfect overcoat and jeans stood the man who had become the reason why I was so irritated. A light stubble decorated his handsome face. His blue eyes were sparkling with anger, and his blonde hair was perfectly styled.

Yes, Kyle Evans was a handsome, handsome man. On top of that, he was polite and sweet. But for the love of God, is it so hard to decide between Indian food and Chinese food? Is it? The choice was pretty clear for me.

"Kyle, honestly its just food. A restaurant. Will it hurt to eat Indian once in a while?" I begged, slipping in some roti and butter chicken inside my mouth while he scowled at me.

Kyle's face contorted into disbelief.

"Unbelievable. It's my fucking birthday, Zara. Maybe once I can be in control on my special day?" He questioned sarcastically, sipping on water.

Oh no he didn't.

"Oh my god, Kyle! You always make it about yourself. You just want things to go your way, don't you?" I retorted, facing him furiously. It'd been happening for weeks now, the fights. He was so involved with his work that he hardly had any time for me. I had quit my job because of an HR disaster and poor working conditions- that office did not have an AC- and it was taking a toll on my finances. Luckily, I was hired straight off the bat by a firm and I started day after tomorrow.

"I make things about myself? Forgive me for doing that on my birthday! And when it comes to control, there's no arguing that you want things to go according to your whims and fancies. You're just about the most selfish person I've met." He ranted furiously, not noticing the slight tears that were beginning to gather in my eyes.

He was an absolute jerk. Despite dating for about four months, Kyle had never valued me in our relationship. 

On my birthday, I had to show up to his doorstep with a cake that I baked- Just so that I wasn't lonely on my birthday. He always used to act possessively around his colleagues but in private, it used to take me slipping off my dress to get his hand on my waist.

Yes, sometimes I wondered if he was with me just to fit in with his model friends.

"...And lets not even forget about the time when I got aged wine for my boss and you drank it all in one night. You're so fucking oblivious to other people's feelings, Zara. This is so hard for me." He finally finished, giving me a cross look. I guess he expected me to apologise for my behaviour.

"You're right," I whispered. "This is hard, but I guess my fist hitting your face is going to be even more so."

I swung my fist to his cheek, sending him down as he cried out in pain. The people around me went quiet. Awkwardly enough, some Indian music blasted the whole time.

Kyle groaned in pain and cried out some more before security came through.

"You fucking twat. Drown in that fucking wine bottle that you keep cribbing about." I shouted at him, and ate one last piece of the chicken.

And that's how I got kicked out of the restaurant.

~

Times Square was always so lively. Especially on New Year's Eve. It's actually hard to see during this because they're so many people around you, and for a short woman of five foot six inches like myself, it can be quite a struggle to see the countdown to a New Year.