Laura P. O. V:
(Playlist- Look at what you made me do by Taylor Swift)
Way. too. short.
His angelic face changed from happy to horror, and then to fierce anger.
Hell yeah. Pissing him off is a piece of chocolate sponge cake.
"There is nothing to see in him. He is a trash. End of the story." My straight-out voice echoed loud as the whole recruitment team looked with shock. I slouched back on the polished mirror, as I continued to hit his nerves of steel.
Here he stands. Christian Dominique, being rejected.
The word 'rejection' has never been engraved in the history of YouTuber slash dancer, Christian Dominique. With his orphic taste in dancing and motivated zing, he could have the world. But now he is at my mercy.
What an enjoyable sixty seconds.
His face was fuming red as drops of sweat flowed down through the creases of his forehead. His clenched jaw hinted his demonic rage, his cheekbone dominating his chiseled face. His eyebrows knitted together above his hazel stone eyes, scorched with fiery infuriation.
That million dollar look of rejection on the face of the infamous womanizer.
"But Laura, he is good at what he does. We need this talent.", David spoke from the opposite corner of the room, his eyes confused and concerned.
David is the leader of our secret contemporary dance community, 'Millennial'. His pure heart always roots for someone with raw talent. That's how I was chosen when the whole team said that I was a nobody.
"David, you don't "know" him as I do. These kind of people are a recipe for disaster.", My sleek black ponytail flipped back at my shoulders as I got up and tossed the tinted newspaper.
The sharp fling landed on the wooden table near Derek. He took it in his hands, his eyes glued to the information revealed.
"Dominique, the rich womanizer is always a loose cannon."
Maya read out loud the bold conundrum.
The scandalous heading made news on the fourth page, three days before with the evidence of Christian, partying hard and him getting arrested for public nuisance and drunken drive.
"Do you now want him?", I deliberately explained the crooked situation to the club, everyone bewitched with utter shock.
The word secret in our community is so emphasized. Only one rule.
No famous person or attention attractive.
"But it isn't a big deal. The paparazzi want something to cook up a story. That's it. Everything is back normal. Now it is a dead letter.", Christian said with an insolent voice and he ran his fingers through the dense-coal hair as he tries to win against his cardinal sin.
"Your stupid brain is hard-wired to attract attention.", I commented as David and the rest of the crew were silent, still immersed in the unknown mystery.
"And trouble", Maya followed my path.
"I don't want the club to go down the drain!"
"What a cheat."
Critiques began to flare up, causing chaos.
"Enough." A tyrannical voice of David echoed across the empty hall, suppressing the crowd. Anger hinted in his voice as he threw the newspaper at Christian's face.
"You are trouble, Mr. Dominique. You are rejected.", David made the last call.
"You are kicked out of the club."
Everyone voted for his rejection, as I stood with a triumphant smile.
Mission accomplished.
I saw Christian, standing abashed and mortified. He never expected to be rejected. At first, everyone was well acquainted with him, and when the right time hit, I bruised his male ego, revealing his secrets.
Suddenly Christian's eyes fell on me, piqued with anger, as he strode fast towards me. I froze but still managed to stay strong, as he aimed his fist at the mirror.
His hazel eyes locked with mine, an intensifying chill thrilled down my spine. I could see the golden freckles gleaming spry frenzy. His flushed face almost touched my head, the close proximity made me catch my breath.
For some reason, that was satisfyingly lascivious. Now I understand the reason behind his Casanovas.
"Why are you doing this to me?",His low husky voice sounded hot, as his neck slowly vibrated his Adam apple.
"This club really means a lot to me. I really want to be selected. It's my dream. Please.", He begged me, which from his history is THE FIRST TIME.
A satirical smirk escaped from my lips, adding insult to his injury.
I would love not to laugh at serious situations but my mouth never listen. It's being a wench.
"You doesn't matter to us anymore, Christian. Your rejection is a foregone conclusion.", I pushed him away.
Now you know who is the boss? the inner me stood like a Valiant Captain America, at the end of the movie.
He let out a haughty scoff, which reached his limit on his angry-o-meter. Every inch of his skin was fried up in burnt rage. His composed body was now packed with a tensed muscle bulging on the sides of his sweaty shirt, like a Green Hulk.
"Does rejection feels good, Quincy?", I asked in a perky tone.
His bronze pupils dilated to pinpoint and relaxed back as he heard his name, trying to find out the hidden puzzle.
"How do.. you know..?", His eyebrow arched a perfect curve.
"Well. Your ex-girlfriend Samantha knows you."
"The blondie from.. Archerwood High"
"Hashtag my best friend.", Anger erupted inside me. For anyone who thought that I was really brutal for smashing his dreams, I did it on purpose.
Samantha was heartbroken when he dumped her by a small direct message, "u r boring. Let's end." I still remember all the midnights 3 AM when she hugged me tightly, her loud cries muffled inside my chest, screaming, "Laura! It hurts. I don't know how to stop it." Those words ringed in my ears every time I see Christian's arrogant face.
"So this is pure vengeance", his eyes twinkled in mischief, as a jittery smile spread in his face.
"For the sake of every stab you gave to her soul. She was so fucking broke. How could you do this to her, you as-", I started to shout at him, blaming the ruthless truth.
In a swift, his soft hands smothered my lips as I struggled to talk back, my voice muffled low but my flaring eyes threw daggers.
"Shush."
He looked intensely into my eyes, the golden freckles on his bronze eyes contrast his wet black strands, falling in front of his naughty face.
That kittenish smile tells me one thing.
Which.
I'm not expecting.
"Does revenge feels sweet, babydoll?"
He asked as he continued to come close, his face rested on my neck. My heart darted through my mouth, whamming the panic buttons.
His hot breath gave me goosebumps over my body as I shuddered with fright.
"One day you get to taste your own medicine, babydoll. I'll make sure you would never forget it", he whispered into my ears, his voice ghastly deep.
What are you talking about?
"Come high or hell waters, you are mine to mess with, Laura."
Yet, that whisper brought me chills even after five years.
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Hello, everyone.
Tell me what you think about the first chapter? I would love to hear those comments.
Too bad, Laura is such an innocent child. Not knowing how a bad boy works. A Bad boy never gives up. And is always up for a challenge.
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Or should Laura take revenge again for breaking her best friend heart?