Arrow’s answer is to sigh again.
Like he doesn’t wanna do it but he will. And he does.
“The truth is that you’re drunk as fuck and maybe that’s why your kissing is all tongue and no mouth. And it feels like I’m drowning in a pool of saliva. But I don’t think that’s the case. I don’t think your kissing is all tongue and no mouth becauseyou’re drunk. I think you kiss that way even when you’re sober and can actuallyseewho you’re kissing. And I think that’s because you’re kind of an over-doer, aren’t you? Too much perfume. Too many moans. You like to go the extra mile and generally, I appreciate it, going the extra mile, doing the extra work. But I don’t appreciate that when I’m choking on tongue.”
He shrugs then, all casual like. “And that’s why you should leave. Because if I tell you all that I think it might hurt your ego a little bit.”
Silence follows his truth-telling speech.
Well, as much silence as you can get in a crowded bar.
The girl is the first to gather her senses. “I… What…” She looks at both of us in a wild, aggressive way. “You two deserve each other. Assholes.”
Then she spins around and stomps away, leaving the two of us alone in that corner. Leaving me to bizarrely wonder why she thought we were together, him and I.
Is it because I came here to stop them? Is it because I look like a jealous girlfriend?
I’m not. The girlfriend, I mean. Or jealous even.
I am not. So totally not jealous.
What I am, though is flabbergasted and shocked and kind of speechless.
Because holy. Shit.
He said those things, didn’t he?
Again, I can’t believe it.
I can’t believe that he said all that. I can’t believeanyonewould say all that. Let alone a guy I’ve known for eight years, who’s nothing if not polite.
And patient. And calm and collected and holyfuck.
I can’t…
“You can’t follow a rule to save your life, can you?” he murmurs and finally, I whip my gaze over to him.
Until now, I was watching the girl disappear into the crowd because I didn’t know what else to do.
Because this guy, this rude asshole, can’t be Arrow.
The Arrow I know.
The ArrowIknow wouldn’t be leaning against the brick wall as if nothing happened. As if he didn’t say all those horrible things to her.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he says in a rough, growly voice when I continue to remain silent.
“Why?” I burst out, my words bitter. “Because I witnessed you completely humiliating a girl just now?”
“I wasn’t humiliating her,” he replies, casually.
I think he even goes ahead and folds his arms across his chest. I can’t be sure though because I’m staring at him, at his smooth, unbothered features, with an open mouth.
I have to actually press my hands on my heated face to try to calm down before I can say anything.
“Are you kidding me?” I screech. “You’re kidding me, right? You weresuchan asshole to her.”
“Huh. And here I thought I was being nice,” he murmurs as if he’s genuinely surprised.
