His Iris
I turn to look at Luca who has an arm over his closed eyes, his tattoos on his arm peeking out from the T-shirt he wore, legs spread wide and eyes screaming disinterested.
"This is great, right?" I smile, hitting his nose with a popcorn.
He blinks one eye open. "Yeahhhh." He draws out, "Really great." He says in a bored tone.
"Do you not want to be here at all?" I glare at him, tears threatening to come out.
"No. I- "
"Well then, you can fuck right off." I whisper harshly.
Immediately he grips my chin, in an unyielding grip. "Shut the fuck up and let me finish, Iris." He warns me, cold eyes glaring at me.
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