This is a Hardin x Tessa fan fiction, although focuses mostly on their daughter Emery Scott.
Finished writing: March 25, 2021.
Posting schedule: Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday.
It is written in first person, present tense, and has many point of vi...
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COLE.
I scroll mindlessly through Instagram.
No, not mindlessly. My mind is racing with angry thoughts. Why does she have to be so difficult and stubborn? She reminds me of my grandfather. He was so damn stubborn that he wouldn't let his wife take him to the hospital and insisted he was fine. The next day, he ended up dead in their bedroom. Sad story, but that's what my mother told me. I never knew him.
I jump as someone bumps into my window and I inch as far away from my door as possible until I realize it's some harmless woman with a man pressing her against my truck. She doesn't look distressed as the man kisses her hard. I scrunch my nose up in disgust but I can't seem to look away.
The woman turns around, and I begin to wish I had gone inside. She looks at me sympathetically. "Sorry. We couldn't wait." It was muffled through the glass.
The man didn't look sorry as he stared at her breasts and she grabbed his hand and pushed him into the passenger seat of the car next to me.
I look up at the bar doors and see to other people coming out, lips attached as they multitask walking down to their car. I roll my eyes at them. Is everyone in that bar kissing?
I look at the dashboard clock. Well, it is almost 6:30. They are probably going back to their place to fuck or something... well, actually it's pretty obvious that's exactly what they are going to do. And it's probably a one night stand.
All that guy had to do was go up to some girl who looked down in the dumps and put his hand on hers, acting sympathetic just to get a chick to suck his dick.
I suddenly feel the urge to go inside and sit with Emery. I know she isn't mine to protect, or mine to keep, but...
I'm feeling kind of bored now and I suddenly don't care that I don't like bars or that I'm mad at Emery. For now, at least.
I open my truck door and make sure to lock it. I'd hate for that bottle of rum to get stolen... do you hear the sarcasm?
I open the doors to the bar and am taken back by waitresses dancing on the tables in near to nothing covering their cleavage. My mouth falls open as I watch, before I shake my head and scan the area for Emery. This is not the time nor is it the place, Cole.
When I see her I try to act as casual as possible, strutting over to her and sitting beside her as if it's routine. "Oh heyyy." She slurs, smiling at me. "Changed your mind? I can get you a drink."
I shake my head, placing my cheek into my hand. "I'm good."
She leans closer to me, "you know... I think that guys of there has a thing for me."
I look at her with squinted eyes, trying to act as clueless as possible. Well, duh. Of course he has a thing for her. Every guy in here is probably dying to touch the little drunk girl. "What?" I question, my hand instinctively moving below her. She looks awfully close to falling off her seat and into my lap.
