LIAM
"Oh, I am sorry," Will smirks, eyes roaming rain up and down and his nose twisting up in disgust. "It's a little hard to see you all dressed up like a slut."
A hot wave rushes through me and before I know it, glasses clinking and a broken table gives out in front of me.
"Liam!"
I look up, rain's wide red eyes looking at me in shock, then at the person on the floor, barely moving.
It all happens too fast, as if moving on autopilot, I smash Will's face on the table in front of us, sending him crashing down on the floor.
Silence ensues all around us, the party having stopped, eyes on me.
"Say it again."
"Liam stop!" rain tries to come between Will who is still on the floor, his face now a bleeding mess, and me, who is towering above him, a little too calm.
"Baby," I warn him, and he looks down, stepping aside.