"Not my type." he grumbled at me.
"Oh?" I straightened up awkwardly. It wasn't like Captain scar face was my type either. He was muscular and could be considered attractive even with that crisscross scar underneath his left eye, but his arrogance annoyed me.
"You can return home. I have a girlfriend anyways." he started to turn around to leave.
"Thank heavens" I sighed in relief. I was sent to marry this meathead, but if he wasn't interested in me. I couldn't be blamed, and instead of returning to my home planet. I could finally be free to travel the galazy on my own accord.
My comment made him stop in his tracks as his face got red. Turning around his eyes glared deathly at me as he crossed his arms in a huff.
"Thank heavens..." cold as ice his words spat out like icicles threatening to stab me, but I could care less. I stared him down as a smirk appeared on my face. I had nothing to say. The silence spoke it all for me.
"Are you saying that your happy to not be with me!?!" he barked like a wild dog. He seemed shocked that a girl wouldn't want to be with him.
"Thrilled" I sassed flipping my aquamarine hair.
His face turned brighter than a tomato.
"Let's just say." my words smooth as silk "you're not my type."