CLASH (1D FanFic)

Chapter 1

"What the fuck?"

"Oh sorry, Miss. I didn't mean to---"

"Just shut the fuck up and get out of my damn way!"

I screamed at the girl who did nothing but spilled her glass of liquor on my dress which cost more than her life.

This is so annoying. Oh scratch that. This is totally disgusting! Now I need to head to my room and change my clothes.

Fuck.

I cringe at the thought. I never really liked to take 16 steps on the stairs just to repair my physical look. This could have never happened if that girl didn't dance like a crazy asshole in the middle of the dance floor.

I therefore conclude she's wasted and high. Good for her she still had the guts to create a sentence to tell me she's sorry.

Ugh. Plastic bitch.

"Jennifer?" I searched for the person calling my name. I looked around the room filled with the smell of vodka and smokes from cigars.

"Jennifer? Hey!" I searched more.

"There you are!" I turned to the person shouting for me. Who is this shit?

"Who the fuck are y---"
"Jennifer Styles! I've been spending my entire hour looking for you."

Wait, whut?

I frowned at the boy and my eyebrows meet. I was surprised when he walked pass me and reached for the blonde behind me. Confusion wrapped me.

What the fuck is happening?

It took a while before I got it and understood the situation.

Oh.

Okay.

"Where have you been?" The boy asked the blonde.
"Nah. I was just here all along. I stayed here with Dave."

I stared at them for a while while I got stuck at being curious on their conversation.

The blonde lady is beautiful. Really beautiful. And she has a really nice and adorable smile. I love the way she dresses herself. I'm automatically inlove with her style, actually.

I guess these two are siblings. I don't know. But they seem to be, 'cause the boy just kissed the girl on the cheek.

After a small while, I snapped back to my thoughts and went to my realizations. I have been standing on this goddamn club for approximately 4 minutes just to eavesdrop on those strangers as they converse. The thought of my ruined dress went gone for a while.

Why did I even get interested with that boy and that girl? Gah. Just basically because I was in a mini embarrassment when I realized it wasn't me that man was referring to when he called out "Jennifer". Plus, add the scenario that I almost, really almost asked that guy on who the fuck he is.

I guess the name Jennifer isn't that rare at all.

After grabbing a glass and after filling it with water, I drank it and then went upstairs and headed to my room. When I drowned my hand to my pocket to get my keys, I felt nothing inside it.

Now I remember that my keys are in the hands of my goddamn boyfriend. What the actual fuck.

I rushed down and again inhaled the smell of the whole room while looking for my fucking asshole boyfriend. No, I mean ex-boyfriend. My already ex boyfriend.

I saw the familiar black Macbeth shirt and I knew it was the asshole.

When I took steps to go near him, I noticed he was busy pressing his phone.

"Give me my keys" I demanded without a bit of hesitation.

He automatically turned to face me while the keys swing on his fingers.
"What?" He seems confused. What the?

"What?" I mock.

"I mean what...why?"

"What's what why?"

"Fuck, I mean, why do you need your keys?"

"Are you out of your mind? I need my keys so I can access my room, obviously. Is that a satisfying reason?"

"Oh."

"Oh? Really? Into what level of craziness and dumbness has that woman cause you? Huh?"

"What are you talking about, Jenz?"

"I was referring to the bitch who french kissed you earlier. What kind of venom does she have in her saliva that caused you to become dumb and ask me why I need my keys when obviously the major reason that I need it is so for me to enter my goddamn room?"

"Wait, wait. Let's clear things out, Jenz. I wasn't---"

"Stop! I know what you're trying to do, mister. You're obviously going to sermon me with a 3-paragraph invalid reasons and fucked up excuses and tell me you never did kiss a bitch this evening. I'm right, right?"

"Jenz, let me explain--"

"That's really a major cliché, you know. And guess what? I'm tired and I'm done. Let's stop this" I quickly uttered before he could even try to say something.

I kept my voice as loud as I can in order to let him internalize all my words despite the loudness of the beats and rhythms of the music inside this huge room.

"What?" Here he goes again with his *what* shit. What the hell is wrong with this guy and his what what habit?

"Perhaps, what will be your always?" I sarcastically laugh.

"You heard me, mister. I'm going now, I'm tired of you, I'm out of your shit and I am done!"

I swiftly snatched the keys from his hands before he could prevent me from doing it.

I ran to the stairs and when I reached for the knob in my room, the familiar feeling of skin touches me by my left wrist.

He followed me. Obviously. Ugh, prick.

"What do you need?" I pulled away from his hold.

"Jenz, please. Let's talk. I know you won't listen to me but please, just please, forgive me this time. I was just pushed by---"

"I said shut the fuck up! I told you two times in the past 2 minutes that I am done with you. Let's stop this. Stop this already!"

"You can't just do that!" Shock filled me when he raises his voice on me.

"Yes I sure can."

"I know you won't Jenz. We've been through situations like this and I know you'll give in. I know you can't do it. I know you love me. I know you need me and I know you don't want to end this because you are deeply madly inlove with me--"

Before he utters more words, I slapped him hard. Real hard.

He's surprised, and either am I. I was surprised to slap him in the face. I never ever dared to do that in my entire life.

"That was before, remember that" I told him meaning each word. I took a few steps towards him to increase the intimidation of mine.

"That's what you thought. But guess what? I won't give in now. Not this time." I glared at him.

"I'm done with your shit and I don't give a fuck about you anymore. I am done. I've had enough. I'm breaking up with you and we are officially over, Louis Tomlinson."