anger. He chuckles, but it’s for the benefit of the crowd. Then he bends over my car, slapping the top as he stares at me.
“I just wanted to say,” he starts low, then like a fucking speaker, he raises his voice. “You’re not fucking welcome here!”
Gasps and winces come from crowd, but he’s not done.
“Get the fuck out!”
Stunned, and a bit shocked, I burst out laughing and he frowns like he was expecting a different response from me.
“Holy shit,” I gasp in between laughing. “You should see the size of your fucked up ego.”
“The fuck?”
“You think this world belongs to you, huh?” I mock, then glance to my left at Julian who’s watching the whole thing. “Guess we all know where you get it from.”
“I don’t think cupcake, I know. The world fucking belongs to me,” he says. “The same can’t be said about you. Oh, and you’re parked in my brother’s spot.”
Huh? Of all the shit I was expecting to fly out of his mouth.
I frown, confused, making Liam laugh maniacally like this is the funniest shit ever.
“Hmm, little Miss Popular.” It’s the way he makes a mockery out of those words, his hard gaze taking me in with anger. How can anyone still be angry about what happened three years ago? “Are the words coming out of my mouth too complex for you to understand?”
I hate him.
I hate the condescending way he’s talking to me. The way he’s looking at me.
“Fuck you,” I murmur, and he chuckles.
“Aww, are your little feelings hurt?” he starts. “I’m just telling you to fuck off. You clearly know nothing about how things work out here.”
He says that with his voice loud, making sure that people hear him. I don’t respond but he sees the answer in my eyes, then he shakes his head with a mocking pout on his insanely gorgeous face. “What, nobody’s invited you out here before?”
Well, no. No one has invited me out here before. Until today.
“I don’t see how that’s any of your business.” I play it cool, leaning back into my seat, smiling up at him.
“That fake smile is as cold as the glint in your cunning eyes.” Liam chuckles lightly, then he taps the top of my car, making me jump. “You’re a jumpy little thing, which is so at odds with sneaky trap-bitches like you, deliberately making moves to trap my brother and I?”
I reel back as if he just slapped me right across my face. Is this the same guy who made me laugh, made me lose my mind on the dance floor just two years ago?
“A trap-bitch?”
“Come on, Mia, don’t play coy now. You know exactly what I’m talking about, don’t you?” He chuckles again, knowing that everyone is watching. And listening! He actually leans over my car, looking comfortable.
“See, I respect a girl that actually puts in the effort to be seen, and we both know how fucking good you are at that. But taking my brother’s parking spot is more than a little desperate, isn’t it, cupcake?”
Cupcake?
“I’m not your cupcake!” I huff, feeling my cheeks warm as anger rises in me. “And this isn’t anyone parking spot, genius.”
“It is.”
“You’re crazy.” I roll my eyes, not surprised at his childish-ness. The boy drives a neon green Lambo for Pete’s sake!
“And you’re a little thief,” he counters. “But then again, gold diggers always start with small things.”
I gasp, this time unable to stop the anger building in me. I grab the door handle and shove open the door, making sure to hit him in the process, but he moves away, laughing.
“Who the fuck are you calling a gold digger?” I seethe, my chest heaving up and down so fast it hurts.
Liam looks around, pretending to look for someone. “Hmm, it looks like those words were directed at you.”
Snickers and chuckles rise up from the crowd behind him, all of them laughing at me and all I can do is stand there, the burn of his words sinking its claws into me, bringing out the ugly monster inside of me.
“I’m sure a brainless bimbo like you can see that I’m talking to you.” He doesn’t smile or laugh; he just stares at me. I can see the hate in his eyes. He’s doing this to see how I react, not for the crowd.
“Did you just call me a brainless bimbo?” I seethe, ready to pounce on him.
“It depends, do you even know what that means?” He stares at me, his face is all a