Max Irons and Douglas Booth on the set of The Riot Club (x)
She looked over at Miles and she lightly touch his fingertips. Her fingers ran up his a bit. “Soft, darling? He just isn’t a coward like you. You are nothing but a coward. And sadly, you come back for more. You are unwanted in the club, Alex. You can go back to…
She watched as he just completely ignore her. She felt the angry in her form. She wanted to throw all of the bottles at him and made sure he died right in front of her. Scar looked at Miles before she even went to murder Alex. She tried her best not to completely burst and she held a bottle in her hand the same way that she did with the fight with miles.
"Fuck. Off." Miles stared at Alex, a few inches from him at this point. "If you think a few words are going to fucking get me to hit someone, or hurt anyone else for you, then you’re wrong." He stared directly into his eyes, his hands still shaking. "I won’t hurt anyone else for you, Alex. I won’t. You can’t hurt me anymore. We’re just… So over you." He smirked, shrugging.
"How sweet, it talks."
Taking the time to look down at the girl. She should have been honored. Was he jealous? It wasn’t all too evident since he was gifted to mask emotions. Such useless things, right? As for the two— well he’d already gone through both of them.
Hm? Miles was getting brave; too brave for Alex’s liking. Slowly looking back to Miles with a pleasing smile, but the pleasantry didn’t reach his eyes. “Is that so?”
Really he was only toying with Miles. He watched how the other boy tried to stand in front of Scar like he was going to even touch her. Oh… that gave such a lovely thought.
"I have been busy. Unlike you, who is only adding shame to the club. Going soft aren’t you? Are you going to let her talk to me like that? Hit her Miles."
She looked over at Miles and she lightly touch his fingertips. Her fingers ran up his a bit. “Soft, darling? He just isn’t a coward like you. You are nothing but a coward. And sadly, you come back for more. You are unwanted in the club, Alex. You can go back to hell to where you belong, babe. No one want you here. Not me, not the girls, not the other lads, and surely Miles who is the leader. You are unwanted.” She growled as she had her chin up high and she gave him a dark smirk. “Don’t deny that you aren’t glad to see me, either. I know that you miss our nights together.” She giggled lightly and she blew him a kiss before walking past the two to get herself a glass of wine.
His whole body trembled as Alex gave him the order, his body straining against the instinct to simply do as Alex said. “Scar…” He whispered… She was getting out of hand, she was getting too - - “You’re not in my head anymore, Alex.” He stared at the man, stepping closer to him, still trembling, but his voice was strong, and his eyes were steely. “You left. You don’t get to control me anymore.” His voice didn’t waver, and for that he was grateful, because he was absolutely terrified.
She looked over at Miles when he arrived and she didn’t speak. She looked around before hearing his voice. She turn her head and she looked at him. He didn’t even look at her and she felt so small once more. She looked at him and she said. “Seconds? I was never yours to begin with. You aren’t worth it.” She snared at him with a smirk on her face.
Miles stared at the man, trying to form the right words. “You’ve been through practically every bird around, Alex. What’d you think, I was just going to be celibate? Please.” He took a step forward, cocking his head. “You’re looking well. How have you been? Busy, I assume.” Pretend to be civil, this is how this works. He positioned himself in a stance of power and protection of the girl. He needed to keep her safe.
She walked in with her perfectly curled hair, her tight black dress and her rosey red lips. She laid back in her chair and she closed her eyes. She knew that Alex would be coming any day and it made her nervous. After their relationship went down in flames and him coming back to haunt her. It made her afraid and she wasn’t sure what to do or even say. She knew that a fight was going to happen and she would have to pick a side but she really like Miles. Their week of getting ready for his arrive, they learn more about each other then anything else. She looked up when she heard footsteps travel down the steps to the huge room.
"He’s not here yet, then?" Miles spoke to the other, running his hand through his hair, shaking his head, nerves running through his body. He wasn’t prepared for this, he wasn’t ready to see Alex again, he wasn’t ready, he wasn’t… He went to stand next to Scarlett, their shoulders touching. "We’re going to be fine."
She pressed his lips to his quickly and she whispered. “You always have liked me, huh Miles?” She smirked lightly with a wink. “That little hate act wasn’t the real deal.” Scar lightly winked before kissing him once more. “You and I.”
"Nah, I used to hate you." He grinned. "You were a right bitch, Scarlett. But now… Now I know who you really are. And I sorta like you for it, mkay?" He cocked his head, kissing her head.
"We?" She whispered and she stared into his eyes. "Together?" Scar had no idea how to work with someone else other then alone. She was always herself and no one else. It was a strange feeling and she looked up into his eyes. "We can’t let the others know that he is coming okay?" She whispered to him as if it was one of the biggest secrets ever.
"Together, Scarlett." He murmured, kissing her forehead. "You and me, we’re going to work together. Okay? do you think you can do that? For me?" He smiled softly. "It’s gonna be us against the world, sweetheart."
She looked around and she whispered. “He said more.” She came over and she lightly touch his hand and she wrap herself into his chest. “He said that if I help him take away the spot that he would reward me.. But, I don’t want it anymore..” Scar looked into his eyes, her whole present soften. “I don’t want that.”
Miles swallowed heavily and stared at her, kissing her forehead. “Then we fight. We fight against him. He gave it to me, he can’t take it away like that… We won’t let him, okay?” He bit his lip. “He can’t hurt us anymore.”
"Why would I fucking lie about something like that, huh?" he exclaimed with angry. "He is coming back, darling.. For a very long time too. So, your place as leader may be leaving your hands very soon." She growled and she grip the table. Her knuckles white.
"He gave me that fucking spot, he’s not getting it back any time soon." He glared at the girl, shaking his head. "He’s not.. .No. He’s not taking anything more from me."