DRUNK IN LOVE MANAN FF #wattys2017

Chapter 7

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I sat down in front seat of his car that was already standing outside my house. "Hey, got you this," I chirped, handing him the drink.

"Thanks. Got you this." He smiled,handing me a slice of toast and I laughed.

"That's a pretty good exchange," I said, smiling at him and eating it."Oh, I need to go to the shop and get doughnuts, if that's alright." I looked at him hopefully while we were driving down the high street.

He nodded and was still beaming. "Why so happy today?" I asked, curious as to why he was smiling so much. He couldn't have had much sleep and I knew he was still tired, I could tell by his eyes."I had a good night last night that's all.I finally scored with some really hot chick that I've been after for a while." He winked at me, his genuine smile turning into his stupid smirk.

My insides felt like someone had shoved a chainsaw into my stomach. He had hooked up with someone, and then came onto me in the bed? That stupid jerk! I'd kissed him, a proper kiss too, and he had used some girl for sex before that! Ugh, the stupid man-wh**e, I knew I shouldn't have expected any different. I turned away so he couldn't see how hurt I was, and looked out of the car window, refusing to cry. Crying is for the weak. I hardly ever let anyone see me cry, but some people we already behind the defence I had built so I couldn't help it.

He pulled up outside shop and I jumped out, wanting to be away from him. I ordered twenty assorted doughnuts, heavy on the chocolate variety because they were my favourites. When I got back in the car, Manik smiled.

"Got enough there?" he joked, looking at the two huge boxes I had in my arms.I just nodded and turned up the radio."I like this song," I lied; I had no idea what i twas but I just didn't want to talk to him .He shot me a weird glance.

"You hate rave music," he said, frowning and turning it down. Actually, he was right, I did hate that stuff, but I would rather that than talk to him.

We pulled up outside the studio where my crew rehearsed every Saturday, we were a street dancing crew and we were pretty good too. We had entered a dance battle last week against ten other crews in the area and had come second, winning over $1,000 in prize money. Not that we ever saw any of the money, it went straight on studio time and uniforms, music, and fliers or posters. I loved to dance, street dance was my favourite and anything that went with a hip hop beat got my vote.

It had always been my dream since I was a little girl to have my own dance studio, maybe one day I'd get there, but it seemed highly unlikely."Hey, I'm so sorry guys, I overslept," I said, looking at them all apologetically as I walked in.

Harshad pulled me into a big hug and I tried not to flinch away from him; he was wearing his trademark piece of pink in the form of a cap today.

"That's OK. I'd oversleep too if I had that fine ass in my bed," he teased with a grin as he nodded over my shoulder towards Manik. I rolled my eyes and put the doughnuts on the table, grabbing a chocolate one quickly before they all went. I headed over to say hi to the other guys.

There were eight of us in our crew, four girls and four guys. I was happily chatting with the guys, when Harshad called everyone to start."Seeing as we are already forty-five mins late because someone couldn't drag her ass out of bed on time, we'd better get started,"he stated, throwing me a mock glare and making me laugh.