Eternally

46. my girlfriend

Chapter 46

Vincent Laurent

"No." I grunt, declining his offer for the millionth time.

"Yes." Lucas huffs, face full of determination to get me to agree.

"No. Go away, you're ruining my peace." I waved him off.

"Fine," He shrugs, "I'll let Oriya deal with it then."

I blink, "I'm two heads taller than her, she won't be able to do anything."

Lucas narrows his eyes at me, taking it as a challenge. He turns around and starts running down the hall, screaming for Oriya as if she would appear just like that. I need new friends. Or even no friends. I hate people.

Lucas was trying to convince me to go to a club and celebrate the fact that we won. I wouldn't go under any circumstances but especially this time because it felt more like a loss than a win.

Even though the truce was over and we successfully took out Angelo, I realized that this means the truce is over and Oriya would go back to trying to kill me. I could act like that's all I wanted since the start but that would be a lie.

I would never hurt her. Not now, knowing she owns me. I'll gladly let her kill me over and over again in the most brutal and painful way if it means she's happy. My own happiness isn't worth more than what she and her happiness is to me.

Angry footsteps run down the hall and stop in front of my door. Oriya kicks it open and stands in front of my desk, glaring at me. She looked like an adorable gremlin. I almost took out my phone to snap a picture.

"You're going."

"No." I say looking back to my laptop.

She approached next to me and slammed my laptop shut. I slightly opened it to make sure the witch didn't crack it and thankfully, she didn't. I look up at her, ready to tell her off, only to be greeted by a scowl.

"You scowl at me a lot." I mention.

Her face slightly softens, "Picked it up from you."

My lips dare to break into a huge grin but I keep it in, "Copy cat."

"Stop changing the topic. You're going."

I sigh, "Why?"

"Because I don't want to fifth wheel."

An idea sparks in my head. It's a long shot and she'll probably decline but no pain in trying, "How about you and I hang out together? Like a final goodbye or some shit." I mumble.

Her face lit up at the first part of my sentence but quickly turned into a frown at the last part. I hate that look on her. I ripped some tape off from the roll I had on my desk and lifted her cheek, taping her 'smile' in place.

"Gah!" She rips the tape off, wincing as she does, "That was unnecessary."

"It was," I said, getting up and pulling the witch by her hair as I left my office, "A frown makes you look uglier than normal."

She stumbles behind me but regains her balance. Her lips lift into a little smile to which I lightly slap off, "Nevermind your teeth are ugly and yellow."

They weren't actually yellow or ugly but I couldn't make it seem like I cared if she smiled or not. She smacks my shoulder as I stalk ahead of her, expecting her to follow behind. When I don't hear footsteps, I turn around.

"What now?" I roll my eyes.

"You slapped me. Let me slap you."

"No."