Perish {H.S}

chapter one.

Would you believe it if I had told you that out of my nearly 22 years of living, I have only been drunk once?.

Oh. I might have forgotten to mention that I work in a club. I work behind the bar at a club.

Is that weird?

I've worked at Lights up for around one year now. Sarah got me the job. Her boyfriend is co-owner so it was kind of a 'who you know' Situation. Not that it's particularly hard to bag a job working in a club. It doesn't exactly take qualifications or anything. I guess you just have to be confident. You have to look the part and you have to know how to make drinks. I however only qualify for one of them ,and it isn't any of the first two.

I think Sarah just felt bad for me and forced mitch into giving me the job. I haven't exactly had the 'easy life' ,but I won't sit and describe it right now. I'm not one for pouring my heart out. Everybody has shitty times in their lifes, Its not a competition.

"Your wearing that?"

Everybody meet gregor. My overly protective (and I like to exagerate on the overly) boyfriend. Greg and I have dated for around two years now and , they have been questionable let's just say.

"What do you expect me to wear?" I ask him as I currently stand in my bedroom infront of my mirror with my neon green Fish net three piece on. Tonight's theme at the club is Neon and I have to fit in.

Gregory doesn't like it when i wear "revealing clothing." He says it's "trashy." And "it makes him look like "he's a mug."

Well they can't expect me to show up in a pair of leggings and a hoodie.

"Something that doesn't show your tits." He growls from behind me and I jump at the sudden ambuence in the room. "It doesn't show to much. My chest is completely covered." I explain. He shakes his head and scoffs under his breath. "Your to pretty to dress like a slut Mary."

Oh.

I'm not sure if I should take that as a complement or not?

"You really don't like it?" I ask , and he shakes his head and stalks over too me. His big blue eyes bore into my own as he twirls a strand of my blonde hair inbetween his pointer and thumb finger. "Your my girl. I don't want anybody taking advantage of you."

"I'll go change." I decide and go to pull away when he stops me. "Eh, don't I get a kiss?" He asks with his brow raised. Right.

I give him a quick peck on the lips before pulling away. "I love you."

Love. Isn't it a funny word. A weird feeling. Love is a fineline.

I feel often people miss use the word and use it slackly.

"Love you to." I murmer back as I pull away and rake threw my closet, begging for atleast one piece of neon clothing to be hidden in there somewhere. "Ah-ha." I have a mini urika moment as a bright yellow piece of material catches my eye. I pull out what I remember to be my neon yellow ruched dress that I had worn last year for my 21st birthday.

I slip out of the outfit I'm wearing right now, and slide into my dress. It still fits reasonably well. I'm not really a fan of dresses. I'm noticeably below the average size for my age. I stammer in at a wopping 5ft 2 inches. With that being said, my legs drown in any piece of material that dangles mid thigh.

But if this keeps gregor of my back, then I'll just have to put up with it.

I brush out my hair, deciding to keep it straight and touch up on my lip gloss. I never wear makeup, not even to work. I only ever apply gloss and somtimes alittle mascara. Lastly, I slip on my shoes before I glance at myself for a last time in my mirror, before heading to the bedroom door.

"Are you ready Mary?" Gregs montone voice drags through my flat as I walk out of my bedroom with my white thigh high point block heals. Wearing thigh high heals with dresses makes me feel taller.

"I just have to grab my bag and keys." I call out as I walk past the lounge where he waits impatiently for me. I walk my way into the kitchen where my keys sit on the black polished counter top.

"Seriously? You couldn't have worn something less fucking tight?" Oh boy.

"I don't have time for this Greg, I'm already late." I turn over my shoulder to reply to him as I fish through my bag to insure I have my purse and phone. "Its like you fucking beg for it."

Well im ignoring that one.

I carefully tred around his tence frame and head to the door. Gregor fallows suit with a scowl on his face.

I just can't win with him.