"What's so bad about me? Why do you hate me so much!"
I yell at him through my tears and his body stiffens. He slowly turns around and walks towards me. The pain in his eyes run as deep as mine and for some reason I pity him.
"You have no right to b...
I see Asher's blonde hair stand out from the crowd and I leave the person I was dancing with to run over to him.
"Hey where did- oh. Uhm." My eyes lock-in on his hand that was joined with the women who's beauty buries mine. Her eyes the color of the sky on a sunny day, lips that would cause anyone to swoon over, lashes so full and yearning. Her hair perfectly sculpted down her back in mocha waves. Her skin like silk battered by the sun. She is perfect.
"Bay this is Simone." His voice snaps me out of my longing gaze from their hands and I look up at him and back at her and force a smile.
"I'll uh. I'll leave you guys alone." I want to kick myself for my voice sounding so fragile in front of him. I run towards the bathroom, away from him, away from her. I should have known he wouldn't want me. He hated me a few months ago. Why am I so stupid as to think he would want anything to do with me now. We don't hate each other anymore but that hasn't changed the way he feels.
I will never be with Asher fucking hill.
I take a deep breath and look in the mirror. This outfit is the complete opposite of how I'm acting.
I want to be this outfit.
I want to be edgy, grungy, I don't want to care about what anyone thinks. I don't want to think before I speak. I want to say what I feel. I want to be as bold and tough as what I'm wearing. So that's what I'm going to be.
I wipe the tears from my eyes hastily and walk out of the bathroom. I storm up to the bar and take a seat.
"I need bourbon." I keep my voice hard and my eyes extraneous. He doesn't even second guess me as he slides a shot in my direction.
I catch the small glass in my hands and stare at it, debating just how much it's worth.
"Do you always stare down your drink before you drink it?" A male voice asks, I look up into his Carmel eyes before throwing the burning shot down my throat and putting the glass upside down on the table.
"You always ask stupid shit?" I ask as I look back up at him and I notice it's the boy I was dancing with earlier, his now Cupid bow lips pulled to one side.
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"Touché." He says while waving for the bartender.
"Two more shots of whatever she's drinking."
"Bourbon." He raises an eyebrow so I repeat myself. "I'm drinking bourbon."
"I heard you. Just surprised. I like a girl who can hold her own." He smiles again and winks at me and I roll my eyes and scoff. I take the next shot and place the empty glass upside down on the table next to the other one.
"Not gonna happen." I say and he puts on a fake pouty face that is actually quite adorable.
"Aww. That's a shame, we'd have fun." He winks at me again and I start to go into one of my coughing fits but quickly recover and act like I was clearing my throat. Is it getting hotter in here?
