Romans & histoires Psychotic Smirk

I would. I just- people like him .. I despise them so much. I lost control. I just never thought that I was capable of something like that. It made me want to laugh and I did. At first I exhaled through my nose like a small scoff but then it turned into giggling and full blown laughter. His eyes were on me. "Okay, I'm getting creeped out now and I'm a demon" He joked. At least, i hope he was joking. Judging by the warm smirk on his face, he was. Warm smirk. Never knew someone was capable of that expression.

He manically grinned – making Felix struggle under Ethan’s feet. Piper’s eyes widened, “Jesus, Ethan. You are crazy.” “That’s right, I am.” He smirked and winked at her. His inner psycho was finally unleashed.

` i add casually. A soft sob escaped his throat. I smirk and cross right my leg on top of the left one because this was just the beginning. Psychological torture...its been a while since I did that.

She took the drink with a smile and takes a sip. He relaxed his hands in his pocket, and scoots closer to her, heaving a sigh. “Enjoying?” he asked. Her eyes follow his face. “I can’t say I am enjoying completely. But thanks for asking anyway.” “Why do you pretend to be fake when you aren’t? why smiling when you can’t smile from inside?”. “And who said I am not smiling from inside? You are wrong about it. I am not sad about anything. Not now anyway.” She drank the whole win in one sip.

Michael’s smirk deepened, wicked amusement flickering across his face. “I suppose I should be thorough

He proved me right when he smirked and added with that disgusting fucking smirk he always had on. “But I’ll still fucking do it anyway”

While he was gone, my mind went back to Alessia and I sighed. “ Well, I'm not sorry, Bunny.” I clicked my tongue. Soon, Banks and Dragon walked in and I smirked darkly. “ Hello brother.” Banks flashed me a smile, the one that doesn't reach his eyes. In terms of psychotic behaviour, I will give it to Banks. He is a psychopath who covers up with a smile. I might be more dangerous than he was because I never hide my psychotic behaviour, but he does. He hides it under the façade of his smile.

No-freaking-one should be disrespected. Then, all my uneasiness was replaced with anger, like how I want to slap some respect and manners in him while he talks to different men with a easy going smile, which is obviously fake. Because I can easily notice the tic in his jaw time to time like his jaw has starting to hurt with all this. And, he is not even a big fan of smile. He prefers, scowling, expression and yeah, freaking snapping, like he has every right to. I shift my attention back to Lucas who is sitting with me.

"And the batshit crazy?" "Crazy I can deal with." He smirked, but even as fucking hot as that grin was, I wanted to wipe it off his sinfully hot lips. "Seriously?"

His smirk returned, dark and knowing. “We’ll see.”