Chapter 3 - Oh Romeo...

[ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔒𝔫𝔢.]

~Good morning all, and welcome to the first official chapter to Dreaming of Verona! thousands of words later we are here... I really hope you enjoy the chapter, PLEASE leave some feedback or a vote.(ಥ﹏ಥ)~

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"Jumping off that ledge was the best decision, I ever made." Verona slurred, her drink swishing in the cup and spilling over the bar counter.

"Aaanother oone." She slams the shot glass down for the fourth time this night.

"You are done, V. No more or you'll pass out." The blurry bartender states.

Verona begins to refuse when the door opens, revealing the afterglow of the sunset. Standing in the doorway, appears to be a tall and lean figure with dark sunglasses on.

Dickhead. Who wears sunglasses inside? Verona thought to herself, grimacing.

"Tch. I can already tell he's a douchebag" Verona mutters under her breath.

"Who, good ol' Jasper? He's the sweetest boy in town, I heard he was stopping by to see family." The bartender adds, with her Ecrean accent.

"Pssh, sweetest boy my ass." Verona mutters, rolling her eyes.'

"You know, not everyone is an asshole like you, V." The bartender sneers. Despite the disdain in her voice, the bartender cared about Verona. The girl, didn't have many friends, obviously.

"Yea well, you're guilty until proven innocent." Verona replies.

"In that case, you are cutoff until proven sober. No more drinks, and that is final. Go home, I heard there's a killer that creeps these streets after dark, and you seem to fit his profile." The bartender warns.

"What do you mean by that?" Verona questions. The bartender however moved to serve the others drinks.

She turned her focus on the so called 'sweetest boy in town', trying to tune out the bartender's words. 'Home', as if she knew what that looked like. How do you know what something is, if you've never seen it in the first place?

She stumbles her way out of her stool, the stench of vodka and tequila clinging to her.

He can smell her before he sees her, but he really wished he couldn't see her. Jasper Fontaine knew the girl was trouble the moment his eyes found her.

The uninvited girl takes the seat in front of him at his table.

"Vodka?" She points at his water.

He replies with a shake of his head.

"How boring." She shrugs, her cloudy eyes gleaming with restlessness.

He shakes his head in answer again.

"Are you mute?" She questions, confused at the notion of someone not wanting to speak to her.

Jasper responds with another shake of his head.

She frowns, "So you can talk, but you don't want to talk to me? How sweet." She jeers.

Jasper takes a swig of his water to resist the temptation to speak.

"Wow. This whole town seems to think you're nice, but I see now...you. are. a nobody." Verona derides.

Jasper inwardly flinches at the words, but proceeds to ignore the abysmally drunk individual sitting across from him.

She won't win, Jasper thinks to himself. A unspoken challenge brewing in-between the both of them.

Verona grabs his water and douses him.

"What the hell?!" Pushing out of his seat, he shouts.

"He speaks!" She exclaims, as if she were Dr. Frankenstein, and he was the creature. *

Jasper grabs some napkins off the table and tries to dry himself off.

"Towel?" The girl offers with a smirk but no towel in hand.

They stare at each other. Their eyes gleaming with both playfulness and utter disdain. She grabs his sunglasses off of the table and stands wearing them.

"Shall we go, good sir?" She asks smiling.

"Go?" an agitated laugh forces itself out. "I am not going anywhere with you, and the mere idea of-"

"So you don't want a towel, then?"

He rolls his eyes, "That is not a two person job." Heading to the door, with her following close behind.

"No, it isn't. But alas I feel it is my responsibility to see you dry. After all, I got you very wet." Jasper coughed at the last part, understanding the crude innuendo. His ears felt as though they would combust right then and there.

"Well, maybe don't just dump someone's drink on them." He rasped out.

"Then don't ignore me."

"I will ignore you."

"No, you won't."

"Yes, I will."

"Stop being a kid." She pushes him.

"Oh, so like you." He looks over at her with a grin.

"Heh. low blow. Kids are very intelligent by the way."

"I don't doubt that, you though? Are the complete opposite."

"Wow. Such a way with words." She mocks.

"I try..." His grin widens.

"Dude, you are so narcissistic." She snorts.

"Well, at least I don't go around throwing people's drinks in their face." He said pushing her back.

"As I said, don't ignore me next time."

"Next time?!" He turns abruptly. "There will not be a next time."

She doesn't hesitate before lazily looping her arm through his. "Of course, there will." She laughs.

The strangers, arm in arm, walk down the street bickering the entire way.

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*[Fun Fact: Dr. Frankenstein, is the name of the doctor and the creature is named Creature. Many get it mixed up.]*