𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 (𝐇.𝐒)

F O U R

"You are a jackass. You know that." Sabrina slurred as she was trying so hard not to lose her balance. But it was difficult seeing how she decided to wear almost 5-inch heels.

"I'm the jackass?! Says the bitch who doesn't work for a living." My voice had risen in anger. I already couldn't stand her when I was sober and now I had to deal with her while drunk was not a fun experience.

"Oh my god, please stop it you two." Daphne complained as she clutched hold of my arm, trying to steady herself.

"No, I won't stop it, Daphne. Who's to say this jackass didn't tip off the paps." Sabrina screeched as she pointed towards the door. We could see the camera flashes coming to throw the windows.

"Even if I did why I would want to be caught dead with someone like you." I hissed at her.

"I never like you! I swear to god you are just using Daphne for her money."Sabrina lightly shoved me. That's when I lost it. I shoved Daphne's hands off of my arm and shuffled out of the club. Thanks to my strength the door swung open hitting a paparazzi. I was excessively drunk to even care at that moment. I needed to get away from Sabrina.

"Wait, honeybee!" Daphne screamed out for me as they all followed me out of the club. I cringed as she called me that stupid nickname out in public. I knew the paparazzi were going to run with it. I ignored her as I tried to walk down the sidewalk. It was just challenging to see because of the flashing lights. When I find that person who tipped off the paparazzi, I was going to wring their neck.

"Yeah walk away your piece of shit-" Sabrina called out. I turned around and rushed over to her as I had enough of her bullshit. I was just going to yell back at her, I would never raise a hand to anyone. I would only do that for boxing. However, just my luck thanks to Sabrina's ridiculously high shoes she fell on her bum.

"Oww!" Sabrina yelled out. "You..you bastard."

I didn't shove her, and I don't know why she thought I did. It was likely thanks to how much she had to drink. I knew she was going to blame me for this and once those words left her mouth the camera flashes went off faster. Daphne aided her up off the ground.

"My wrist is broken," Sabrina complained and the waterworks soon started.

"For the love of...fuck this." I turned around and walked in the opposite direction. I was furious and it didn't help that paps were trying to follow me. Daphne just glared at me as I walked past, not saying anything. I didn't care at that moment as the only thing I was focused on was getting the fuck home.

So there I was walking around downtown LA drunk off my ass. People didn't even take a second glance at me. I had to stop for a moment to take a couple of deep breaths and make sure I don't throw up. I looked around downtown LA. There were shops and restaurants and it was a lively evening with everyone walking around. I looked at one restaurant. It had outside dining and I couldn't help but look at a couple that was enjoying their evening. They were laughing at each other's jokes and holding hands. At that moment I would say I was jealous. I was already upset with me seeing things at the club. So seeing a loved-up couple eating dinner didn't help.