Page 48 of Heresy

He’s apparently as stupid as he is ugly, stating the obvious as if that will appease me into letting him help me.

“And you look like an arrogant ass,” I finally snap back in response.

He flinches at the sharp edge to my voice.

What’s odd is that he genuinely looks confused about my reaction to him.

Does he think I’d forget what he’s done to me in only a few short months?

“I think you have me confused with someone else. I was just walking through and saw you—”

Apparently, he does think that.

“You may not know it yet, but we’ll definitely see each other again now that I know where to find you. You’ll know it then.”

Well, he wasn’t wrong about us seeing each other again. But I sure as hell still don’t like him. And from the looks of it, he doesn’t even remember who I am.

I smirk because I can’t believe what a giant asshole he is.

“Actually, no. I remember exactly who you are, but obviously, you don’t remember me.”

Why does that somehow make me feel worse?

I don’t want him to remember me.

I want nothing to do with him.

But his lack of memory only confirms how ordinary and forgettable I really am.

“You have me confused with someone,” he insists.

I shake my head and laugh.

Reminding him of everything I already know about him, I tick off the details with my fingers.

“You have a big mouth, are a ladies’ man from what I’ve seen, and are either oblivious or don’t care about the people around you if you don’t remember me.”

To that he says nothing in argument.

Because let’s be real. Jackass has no argument.

“So I tell you what… Why don’t you strut your way back to the club and let me handle this myself. I really have no interest in dealing with car problemsandan arrogant jerk all in the same night. The first problem is a pain in the ass, and the second problem—also known asyou—is an annoyance I don’t need. Thanks for offering to help, but as far I’m concerned, you can run along and hit on some other unsuspecting woman. I’m not stupid enough to fall for your shit.”

I walk his direction, making it appear I’m approaching him before making a sharp turn to walk around him. He’s the last person I need in my life at the moment, and I have no problem leaving him where he now stands behind me.

You would think the asshole would be smart enough to remain quiet, to let me leave without another word.

Instead, he laughs. Just like he did the night he was arrested.

“Tell me how you really feel,” he yells at my back.

I already did.

Continuing toward the club without bothering to look back, I’ll tell him, and show him, what I think.

Lifting my arms in the air, I flip him off with both hands.

“Have a nice life, asshole! Good luck picking up the next chick!”

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