Leo

Her sudden movement sincerely surprised me. It surprised me so much that I was knocked off balance by the force of her body slamming into mine. My ankle twisted slightly and I was falling, falling, falling until the cold tile rushed to meet my back with a rough, painfully jarring sensation.

My breath was knocked out of my lungs as she landed on top of me, her body pressing down on my diaphragm as she slammed her fists on my face. Thankfully, her punches were so pathetically weak that they didn't hurt much and it was far too easy to block them with my elbows. She was still able to land a few hits in and she was cursing me in a different language as she did so, her voice becoming shrill with her righteous indignation. The language she spoke was so unfamiliar, but it flowed eloquently from her mouth, spilling like verbal, poisoned-filled vomit, her intonations rising up and down as she grew even angrier.

I officially pissed her off and it was wonderful. I didn't realize how good it felt feeling her hatred roll off in heated waves, basking me with her explosive warmth, scorching through the icy barriers of my current mental state. I blocked her flailing fist again, laughing when she tried again. Her heart-shaped face was blotchy and red, her new glasses slipping down the bridge of her button nose in her fury but she didn't seem to notice, still throwing her admittedly adorable tantrum. It was nice seeing such a tight-laced snob lose control. It was almost addictive, even when she continued to shout at me in an entirely different language.

Droplets of water splashed over my face and to my surprise, I realized she was crying. A lot. Fuck, I hated it when girls cried. It was such an ugly sight, and crying was something I didn't even do myself. But for some reason, seeing her cry made my stomach flutter. I liked seeing her cry for some odd reason, and she looked even more attractive as fat tears rolled down her reddened face, her stormy eyes filled to the brim with salty fluids. Her nose even ran as she sobbed, still trying to catch my face with her small fists but soon, she tired out, slapping uselessly against my defensive stance.

This girl did not know how to fight–and it was evident. It was unsurprising.

I sat up abruptly, grabbing her thin wrists with both hands, nose to nose with her. Her curses died down and she looked baffled to see my face so close to hers. She sniffled slightly, trying to blink away the tears of frustration.

"Poor you," I cooed, watching her face turn a bright red when she realized that she was straddling me in a very suggestive position. She attempted to wrench her wrists from my grasp but ultimately failed. "Little brat is crying, boohoo."

"Shut up!" She snarled, trying her hardest to get up from the floor. My grip tightened and I leaned even closer, so close I could feel her chest shuddering against mine. I was almost dizzy from the way she was glaring at me furiously–who knew I would find this bratty bitch so appealing?

"Why did you stop hitting me? I was getting to enjoy it," I said seriously, unable to hide my grin.

"You–you–diu nei lou mou, sei puk gaai," she growled, unable to find her words in English.

"Say it again," I urged, my grin widening. She squirmed on my lap desperately but I was not letting her go anywhere.

She stuttered as she repeated herself, growing even more irritated and confused. She was still unused to how closely I held her to me, her sharp words fading as she began to run out of things to say to me.

"Does Mommy dearest kiss you with that trashy mouth?" I asked her as soon as she finished and she scowled deeply, still trying to escape. I knew the exact moment she came to realize that her harsh verbiage was only feeding into my sadistic need for verbal abuse, and her lips clamped shut, glaring mutely down at me.

I transferred her wrists easily with one hand, reaching over to the tears off her cheek. I grinned at her as I stuck my thumb in my mouth, sucking at the salty bead with an exaggerated moan.

"My, my, your tears taste just as bougie as you are," I remarked nonchalantly, feeling her body tremble in response.

"You're sick!" She spat immediately, looking disgusted with my antics. Determined to break free from my hold, she wiggled fiercely on my lap, the friction of her ass against my crotch making my imagination go wild–but I couldn't afford the distraction.

Quickly halting her arousing movements, I grabbed a fistful of her silky, dark-blonde hair, yanking her head back to expose the delicate column of her throat. She yelped in pain as I stared at her smooth, unmarred skin. Her eyes narrowed down at me, the fight still alive in her stormy, turbulent gray eyes. A tear leaked out the corner of her eyes as I pulled her hair again, even rougher than before.

"Yes, cry for me, little brat," I whispered softly and her eyes widened at my expression. Her lips parted slightly, and she swallowed in response, shocked speechless.

The flush on her face deepened and I held her stare quietly, waiting for her to speak. Disappointment flickered through my consciousness the longer she remained quiet and I wondered if that was all it took to subdue her. If that was the case, then this was becoming anticlimactic. It was fun while it lasted.

I released her soon afterwards, shoving her forcefully off me. She tumbled clumsily away from me and scrambled to her feet wildly, trying to look as dignified as possible. She glanced down at the broken shards of her glasses with a forlorn expression and then looked back at me with fire simmering in her misty eyes.

"You will pay for this," she said softly, her voice becoming cold and heavy.

I looked at her in surprise, feeling a thrill run down my spine. So, now she wants revenge? Hm, I like it.

I cocked an eyebrow at her, slowly picking up my lighter from the floor, placing it back in my pocket. The cigarette had rolled into one of the stalls but I didn't bother retrieving it.

"I look forward to it," I replied with a grin. I pushed past her, inhaling her subtle vanilla fragrance as I walked away. She was going to be fun, I could tell. But two can play this game.

I paused as I exited midway from the door, turning back to see her watching me with a calculating expression, her eyes narrowed solely on me. I blew her a kiss, designed to make her go crazy with rage.

"Catch me if you can."