I woke up on my couch with tiny, small, quiet voices surrounding me. I opened my eyes slowly, blinking away sleep. I scanned the room and saw that my mom, dad, sister, and.. Trevor were there. "You need to leave." I whispered shakily. I cleared my throat, gaining the room's attention. I repeated my sentence.
"Lia-" Trevor began. I held up a hand, feeling better.
"No. You need to leave." I said firmly. I crossed my arms and glared icily at the boy who tore my heart in shreds.
"Why does he need to leave?" My dad asked. I smirked. I hadn't told my dad yet.
"He cheated on me." I stated simply. All color fled from Trevor's cheeks.
"Uh, sir-" Trevor stumbled.
"No. Lia is right. I think it is best for you to leave. Honey, did you put my hunting gun back in the garage?" My father asked calmly.
"Message received." Trevor said quietly before jogging out of the house. He looked back at me once and I zeroed in on his eyes, letting him know, I am cold now. You have ruined me. Goodbye, Trevor Moran.
"I'm going out." I announced. I didn't ask. Honestly, I don't care if they say no or not. I just stand up and go upstairs. It was one in the morning. I put on a short black crop trop, black jean shorts, black combat boots, and a few bracelets. I straightened my hair and applied some dark make up. I am going clubbing.
I walked downstairs and straight out the front door. I got in my car and drove to the local town bar. I walked in and all kinds of creepy men had their eyes on me. I rolled my eyes and went up to the bar tender, a guy who looked about ten years older than me. "Hey." I purred.
"What's up, baby?" The guy smirked. Oh, if only he knew I wasn't legal.
"Oh, nothing. Except, sugar, I left my ID at home. I was wondering if you could give me a couple of shots anyways?" I whispered, leaning in really close.
"I'm sure I could do something, baby girl." He held up one finger and came back with three vodka shots. I smirked and downed them all one at a time. Dang these are strong! Oh yeah.. this is my first time drinking. I immediately feel sick but also happy at the same time. I laughed loudly and strutted to the dance floor and did a few things I regret. I can not dance.
It must have been four a.m when I passed out on a bench while walking home. Oopsies. I woke up when it was still dark to a familiar looking bar tender shaking me. "Hey sweet cheeks. How 'bout a tattoo?" The man slurred. Me, in my drunken state, agreed happily.
I went into the tattoo place and told the man I wanted a specific name on my shoulder blade.
Can you guess the name?
Guess again!
Ding ding ding! We have a winner!
I have the words, "Property Of My Boo Trevy" on my shoulder blades.
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