laurel should have known better. she really should have asked anyone else , literally anyone , to pretend to be her boyfriend ( or girlfriend for that matter ). silas was ready to take advantage at every turn , had it for the most part entirely planned out. it hardly took him ten minutes to get to the all too familiar bar , he made a show of whipping into the parking lot in his luxury sports car and parking the jaguar in the first available space before pushing the door open and climbing out. there was no missing her red hair and he wasted no time in finding his way over to her. he had debated whether to a) straight jaw dude or b) completely ignore the creep in favor of causing a scene that would no doubt make laurel furious. he went with option b with the hopes he’d still get to do option a. he stepped up beside the other male and reached out to pull laurel in by the waist before ducking his head to cover her mouth with his own only pulling away after a few moments “ hey , babe. sorry i’m late. “ he smirks , an obvious twinkle in his eye as he turned his attention to the third individual. “ making friends , i see. “
laurel was, fair to say, taken back the moment she felt silas against her; not that she didn’t expect him to get his somewhat revenge after what had happened the other day. she did, however, find her hands travelling to the base of his neck, gently gripping it for support as she had kissed him back with such little force; they did after all have to make this b e l i e v e a b l e, right? as he pulled back, her eyes were like daggers piercing through him, laurel managing a whisper of ‘i hate you’ under her breath before her attention was diverted back to the reason for this mess. “well geoff, i guess that you don’t have to keep me company anymore, since my boyfriend is here.” she spoke with yet another emphasis on a particular word, eyes widened as she said it for a further indication that he should leave. she watched him intently as her arm linked around one of silas’, frustration bubbling as he made no effort of moving and rather slurring something along the lines of ‘i was here first so you’re mine.’ the redhead rolled her eyes as if it had become of second nature before tugging on silas, voice hesitant, “can we just go?”
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