Chapter 4: Feisty.
"It’s nice to meet you, Bethany." Theo said, not letting go of her clammy palm, his darkened irises still trained on her sea green ones.
"Uh.." She stammered, apparently still caught in his web. Sensing her embarrassing reply, she immediately jerked her hand from his grip, trying to gather the remains of her scrambled brain guts.
"I..Shit.." She cursed at her inability to form any intelligible words. Huffing in frustration, she decided to put away her mature lady act.
"Look." She said looking directly at all three of them. " I’m not going to pretend I understand what’s going on here or that I’m not loosing my fucking mind or that I’m pleased to meet any of you, so I’d appreciate if you all could just make it quick." She said at once heaving heavily.
"Make what quick?" Troy -the second- asked, very confused.
"Don’t do that man. You know what I’m talking about." She said, chuckling nervously, looking at him. But seeing that he was actually confused, she couldn’t help but feel her heart that had started to calm begin beating heavily again.
Why do they look so confused?
Did I say something wrong?
Why are they looking at me like I’m stupid?!
Or don’t they..?
" You guys are not planning to reject me?" She asked quietly, hating that somehow she could hear the hope in her voice.