6 Arrogant and schizophrenic?

"This could be the start of something new,

It feels alright to be here with you,

And now look at me alright,

I feel in my heart,

The start of something new."

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-MARK-

She loads the trunk of my car with the pet toys and I watch her in amusement.

"What's your name again?" I ask while closing the trunk of my car.

She looks up into my eyes, her blue ones acting as pools of which mine drown in "I never told you my name."

"Okay, then tell it to me." I smirk.

"Magic word Mr. Arrogant." She crosses her arms.

I don't think she realizes the effect her sarcasm has on me, she's sexy without even trying.

I sigh "Please tell me your name." I ask with an innocent smile plastered on my face.

She reciprocates my smile "My name's Elizabeth," she extends her arm offering me a hand to shake "and yours?"

"Ask her on a date!" Frank yells making me flinch.

I shake her hand, ignoring Frank in my ear "Mr. Arrogant." I grin.

"Ask her on a date!" he yells again.

"What an interesting name, it really suits you." she muses.

I chuckle when she continues, "But seriously, what's your actual name?"

"Ask her on a fucking date Mark!" he yells the third time.

I sigh knowing that I'm not escaping Frank's yelling any time soon and I don't wanna look like a wuss in front of him and the guys so, "Go on a date with me and find out" I say.

"Why do you seem upset about asking me on a date?" she narrows her eyes.

My sigh might've put her off so I say the first thing that comes to mind, "It's just the voices in my head."

"So, he's arrogant and schizophrenic? Did I just hit the jack pot?" she clasps her hands together like a pleading child.

"Will you or will you not?"

"Will I what?" she furrows her eyebrows.

"What the fuck were we just talking about?"

"Mark are you trying to scare her off?" Frank laughs.

Even after my harsh words her face seems unbothered, "Mhm" she hums "After that I'm not sure." She turns around, about to walk off.

Why does her almost turning me down make me want her more?

I'm really fucked up in the head.

I grab her arm and spin her to face me again "Come on Liza. You know you want to." I smirk.

-ELIZABETH-

The way the name Liza rolls of his tongue sends a mixture of chills and discomfort through my body.

Chills because it sounds hot coming out of his mouth, discomfort because I still haven't gotten used to the lie.

I realize I've just been staring at him so I hastily say, "Just tell me the time and place"

The confidence I had built through out each of our conversations suddenly crumbled at sound of the name...my name. However, the one lesson that I actually applied from my mother is that 'To be the part, you have to act it' and lately I've been doing a lot of that. 'Acting'. So, even when I feel like I can't lie anymore I remind myself that I have to, I have not choice but to.

"Your number?" he passes me his phone.

I take it and type my number into it.

Handing him back the phone i say, "You better not be some serial killer." i give him a worried look.

He chuckles "Quite the opposite actually. Can't wait for our date Liza." He smiles.

There it is again, the discomfort.

I try to disguise the discomfort with another mask of confidence "Neither can I Mr. Arrogant."

"It's Mark" he turns on his heels toward the front of his car.

"Okay Mr. Arrogant"

He turns back to me and tilts his head, clearly being annoyed.

How does he look so perfect even while annoyed?

"Oh sorry, do you prefer Mr. Schizophrenic?" I tease.

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The floor of my bedroom is now covered with heaps of clothes (all designer of course) as I search for something to wear to my date.

At times like this, I wish I had friends to help me pick out an outfit and have girl talk with.

"What to wear? What to wear?" my hand continues to glide over the different materials in my closet.

"Aha!" I touch a campaign colored, velvet dress and pull it out of my closet.

My mother had bought me this dress but I had never worn it solely because it was a gift from her, although, the fact that I despise my mother doesn't change the fact that I look like a goddess in this dress.

This dress hugs my body, accentuating my curves and reaches right above my knees. It has thin spaghetti straps and a deep V-neckline showing the perfect amount of cleavage (Elegant and leaving them curious but not too curious, in which it becomes slutty).

I put on a pair of white channel heels and pair it with a black Louis-Vuitton bag.

My neck is dressed with pearls my father had bought me and my ears with diamond earrings I purchased from Cartier.

I stare at myself in the mirror with a satisfied smile when my phone dings with a message from Mark, aka Mr. Arrogant.

Mr. Arrogant: I'm here.

I walk out of my apartment building to find him leaning handsomely against his car looking down at his phone.

He is dressed in black formal trousers and a white button-down shirt with the first two buttons un-done. His sleeves are rolled up exposing a gold watch on his wrist and a gold ring on his finger.

The moonlight and a nearby lamp-post illuminate his frame perfectly making him look like one of the models out of a magazine.

"Universe you better not be playing with me." I whisper to myself.

I walk slowly away from the building and closer to the car where he is leaning, still with zero acknowledgment of my presence.

I clear my throat to get his attention.

His eyes are slowly lifted from his phone and up to me. When he fully registers my presence before him, his eyes widen and his mouth hangs open slightly. He stays gawking at me for a couple moments.

"You're drooling." I tease while smirking.

He straightens himself and lets out a nervous cough "I'm not"

"Okay."

He scoffs "I really wasn't"

"I believe you Mr. Schizophrenic."

"Wow." He sighs and walks to the other side of the car leaving me frozen and confused.

"What?" he asks, noticing that I haven't moved.

"Well aren't you going to open the door for me?" I cross my arms.

"You called me Schizophrenic."

"And you asked me on a date. What are we doing? Stating the obvious?"

He sighs and walks over to the passenger's side of the door and opens it for me "Such a gentleman" I tease while entering the car.

The car ride began silent until he broke it,

"You look stunning by the way" he keeps his eyes fixed on the road.

I feel as heat rises to my cheeks "You don't look so bad yourself" I turn my head to look out the window with a satisfied smile on my face.

We pull over in front of a fancy looking restaurant in the town square.

Mark jumps out of the car and opens the door for me, offering his hand which I gladly take as I step out of the car.

As soon as my full body is out of the car, the hairs on my body stand up at the sudden decrease in temperature. I slightly shiver in the cold.

I turn to look at Mark who is opening the car door and pulling out a jacket.

He puts the jacket over my shoulders and leans close to my ear "I am a gentleman, just not when I'm being referred to as schizophrenic." He stands back up.

His warm breath against my ear and neck sends chills down my spine. His deep raspy voice causes my breathing to hitch and my stomach to be invaded by butterflies.

That confident Elizabeth is replaced with a hormonal teenage girl who turns to jelly over the close proximity of her and the opposite sex.

I look up to find him smirking, probably aware of the effect he has on me.

He offers me a hand and I straighten up before taking it.

"Shall we" he smirks victoriously.

"We shall." I look forward hoping that the blush on my face has disappeared.

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Song: Start of something new by Vanessa Hudgens and Zac Efron (HSM)

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