| Chapter Thirty Seven |

                                    

                                          

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
                          

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
                          
Daphne stared at me with wide eyes, her green orbs filling in panick, anger, and even a little
fear.
                          
She didn't know what to do, her hand was gripping the golf club tightly, her eyes darting back and forth between me and something (or someone) on the side.
                          
I leaned down to pick up the golf ball, not breaking eye contact with her, holding it up tauntingly. "This yours?" I tossed the ball towards her and she watched it tumble. 
                          
She looked up again, a gulp running down her pale throat. 
                          
I smirked, tilting my head at her, waiting for her to say something first but her "date" seemed to have beat her to the punch, almost forgot that fucker was there for a second. Probably one of the reasons she was so nervous, she thought I'd try to mess up her date — well, she was god damn right.
                          
"Hey man, do you mind?" He chuckles, at the bottom of the hill on the sidelines, "We are kind of in the middle of a game here." He gestured between both of them, with a friendly grin. Friendly. That's funny. I hope he doesn't expect the same in return because he's not going to fucking get it. 
                          
"I do actually," I retort, my eyes turning to stone, my smirk slightly faltering. I turned my head to look at Daphne, "I mind a lot." I chuckle out bitterly, and Daphne shifts her stance uncomfortably, looking away, moving some red hair behind her ear.
                          
Her date looks between us, with a skeptical look. "Do you two.. Know each other?" He inquires his finger whirling between both of us, his smile slowly falling.
                          
"No!" 
                          
"Yes." 
                          
We both said our answers at the same time, and I think you could guess who said no, and who said yes. 
                          
I rolled my eyes at her answer, with a small grin. "She likes jokes." I say to him, though he didn't look convinced, he appeared uncomfortable if anything. 
                          
Daphne glares at me, and I just keep smirking to myself, it was sort of fun to fuck up her dates, okay who am I kidding it's fun as hell. "Well hey, since you two are in the middle of a game, and I'm here now, I might as well join right?" I said it more as an statement, then a question.