Emotional Drunk

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Two huge arms pull me away. I turn around to see a pissed off Cole Henderson. Weirdo.

"Andrews" Cole snarls at the guy holding me close.

"Henderson" 'Andrews' glares back.

"Do you like that face of yours?" Cole growls.

"Yes because it's unlikely yours is very hot" Andrews smirks. Their conversation kinda sounds familiar......Oh sweet Lord of cake maybe l am from the future and l don't know it yet and that's why their conversation seems familiar.

"Good to know now leave before l break it" Cole growls l know l have heard that line before but where. God did you show me my future as my dream? If then can you gimme the sneak peek of my 12th grade exams? Yeah that would be nice.

"I don't think your daddy would like that attitude of yours" Andrews smirked.

Ok he was annoying me now and drunk or not l don't like getting annoyed "Byeee" l said and he looked at me strangely.

"You don't have to listen to that asshole" Andrews glares at Cole and then at me.

I completely ignored his existence and turned my face to Cole. "Did you know him?" I ask and Cole nods.

"He's Drew Andrews" he says and l laugh out loud and he gives me a confused look.

"Drew And- drews" l explained and the conners of his lips raised slightly. Was that a quarter smile? Ah

"You two are acting like l am not here" Drew And drews grumbles angrily.

"Then why are you? You're just embarrassing yourself" l shrugged and look back at Cole to see him smirking slightly.

I didn't even notice that this time Drew was actually gone. I went for another bottle of rum but Cole tossed it aside.

I started crying. Yeah.

He looked at me with wide eyes "Are you ok? Did that fucker hurt you before l came? Where are you hurt?" He threw a dozen of questions.

Good thing l didn't wear makeup right? Its not like l am those pretty  girls who don't need makeup its more because my skin is sensitive to makeup. Cause l swear to the god of concealer every  time l wear makeup which is more than foundation and mascara boom acne.

"No he didn't hurt me" l say in between my sobs.

"Why are you crying then?" He says wiping the tears off my cheek.

"I don't know" l cry harder.

He takes me by surprise and slowly forwards his hands towards me hesitantly. In a few seconds he hugs me. God this is comforting.

"Shush its ok let it out" he says as he runs his hand through my hair. I sniff him which mades me calm down he smells so good.

I stop crying and push him off gently. The fuck what just happened?

Oh right l embarrassed myself in front. I sniff and wipes my tears harshly.

"First you won't let me kiss other guys and now you won't let me drink?!" I shout at him.

"You were going to kiss him?" He asked his jaw clenching.

"I don't know l needed to lean into him and shit to see" l cry.

"You're seriously drunk let's take you home come on" he says tugging on my hand.

Oh no. I cant go home. I am drunk. Shit why did l drink rum. I can't protect myself when l am drunk. I can't go home. Please God anywhere but home.

"I don't um l cant go home" l say without making eye contact.

"Why?" He frowns.

"Because l am scared" l nearly slap myself for saying that.

"Scared of what?"

"Uh l um watched a horror movie today and father is on vaca and all the workers as well and lm home alone and lm scared" l give him the 'l don't speak anything else but the truth' look.

He gives me a small teasing smile and l roll my eyes. "Well l guess l have you all to myself for tonight then" he smirks.

Before l could say anything he takes my hand and starts storming towards his Lamborghini.

"Slow down-" l begin to say but l was interrupted.

"If you call me bro l am leaving you here" he grunts. And l smirk a little.

We get inside his car and he starts driving "Uh where are we going ma dude?" I ask and he rolls his eyes at my creative nickname.

"You will see for yourself" he says and we reached our mystery location in comfortable silence.

He stops the car and l get over to have my mouth fall open. He brought me to an Arcade!This looks like heaven like this looks good good. The Arcade is so big and l can tell we are not in town cause l have never been to this Arcade before.

"Will you keep staring at the Arcade like your missing husband or come in?" Cole says rolling his eyes.

"Oh such a beauty" l sigh.

And he looks at me and smiles "yeah such a beauty" he shakes his head and walks away from me and goes inside the Arcade.

What was that. A complete weirdo.

I go inside the arcade and Whoa sweet shortcakes this place is lit. I open my mouth in a shocked way but it was pushed back in. Obviously l thought it was Cole so l prepared my hand to smack him but it went right back when l saw the whole who was not Cole.

I look up to a guy with dirty blonde hair and the lightest shade of hazel eyes. I stare at him sort of checking him out.

"You know if you open your mouth so often people will think other things" he whispers.

I shake my head and go back to my normal mode. And clear my throat.God could this be more awkward.

Someone else grunts in annoyance beside me and this time its Cole. The dirty blonde guy grins hugely after sensing Cole's present.

"If this isn't for my favorite fucker" the dirty blonde guy goes over to Cole and they do the bro shake thingy. "Come on come on introduce your little mistress" The dirty blonde guy says eyeing Cole and smirking.

"She's not a mistress" "l am not a mistress" me and Cole we both say at the same time and roll our eyes.

"Zoey this is my best bud Jake Cohen and Jake this is my um" he thinks for a while trying to figure out what are we "friend l guess yeah this is my friend Zoey Adams"

I smile at Jake and offer him my hand to shake and he snorts and grabs my hand and pulls me into a hug. Whoa boy!

In 2 seconds l was pulled back by Cole which made Jake smirk at him.

Cole glares at Jake and he raises his hand in surrender and leaves, laughing.

"Let's bet" Cole says suddenly.

"On?" I smirk.

"If l can beat you in this game" he points at a random war type video game "then you have to do whatever l say" he shrugs.

"And if l win you're buying me icecream" l smirk.

"Oh its so on" he smiles.

"Oh you're going down homie boy" l smirk and it causes him to chuckle a little. Ok l like that sound strangely but l do. A lot.

A/N
You can't smile with your eyes open...










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