CLASH (1D FanFic)

Chapter 3

"Is she pregnant or something?" Alexandra speaks while pressing her phone.

"Stupid. Of course not. Does going to the bathroom give you the motive that a person is pregnant already?" JL answers and gives a smirk.

"I mean like, why does she go away like that. Why does she go to the bathroom in the middle of a truth or dare game and runs pretentiously while covering her mouth?" Alexandra is really pushing this off. And it seems funny. Really.

"She's passing out I guess?" I finally spoke.

"Yeah. She's had a lot of alcohol in her body tonight" Angelica smiles.

"And all of us are following her footsteps, so come on. Let's have a toast" Patrice raises her glass and the rest of the body did the same.

These people really want to get drop-dead drunk, don't they?

"But, Jenz, were you serious a minute ago?" Marrian brought up the topic.

"Yeah right, were you?" JL confirms.

"Yes I was. I sure was" I spoke calmly.

Now we're back to this topic again.

"Why? I mean, why did you...you know, like, split up?" Angelica also is damn curious. I guess everybody really is.

"What happened?" Alexandra now focuses on me and throws her phone to her pocket.

"Well, as usual. He was bitching" I uttered and gestured using my hand dramatically.

"But, that's not usual, is it?" Marrian has her eyes on me. And so do the rest of them.

Yeah. This isn't really a usual thing that Louis would actually do.

"Not really that type of usual. But, I meant, it's the usual reason why relationships end." I explained.

"Tell us what happened then" Patrice never hesitated to give an imperative statement.

"I don't want to talk about it right now" I admit and gulped my glass. My 4th damn glass.

"No, I insist." JL raises his hand.

"Me too" "And me either" Patrice and Alexandra does the same now.

"Fuck. Fine" I surrendered.

This is hell.

"So?" Angelica awaits for my precious answer.

"I saw him french kiss a bitch" I rolled my eyes after the last word I just said.

"What??" Patrice seems unconvinced.

"Marrian's correct. That's not usual really. Louis never does nor even did that to you in the entirety of your relationship" Angelica speaks as she leans her back on the expensive chair.

"I agree" Alexandra follows.

I kept silent.

"But wait, you saw him kiss someone, right?" Patrice opens up another question.

"Yes"

"So if you did, it means you saw the girl?" She pops another question.

"Yes. Uhm no. I mean, yes at the same time no. Fuck, I mean, yes I saw part of the girl. But no, I haven't had a glance on her tedious bitchy face. But I did see what she was wearing. I saw a bit of her clothing. But none of her face, hair, shoes, whatsoever."

Everyone still has their eyes on me.

"That's bad" Marrian gulps her drink again.

"Yeah. You should have went near them and slapped that bitch's face" Alexandra seems disgusted at the thought too.

"I never had the chance to. I, well, I was fucking hurt and I needed to get away far from that place as fast as I could. And it took me nowhere but still on this fucking club and had my dress ruined by another bitch"

"Perks of being in luck" Everyone shortly laughs at Alexandra's statement.

"I know." I took a drink again. "Now we all should just stop this shit because it's almost 3 in the morning and I need to go to my room and have some sleep"

'And in case Louis comes and fix everything he did' I cringe at the last thought but I didn't dare to say it.

"You're right. I better look for Andry too. Just in case he's also kissing some other bitch out there." Angelica attempts to stand up this time.

"But girl, if that happens, don't you ever hesitate to slap the bitch, alright?" Alexandra suggests and they playfully laugh a little.

"Of course not. I am not a coward and a crybaby like Jennifer"

"Oh shut the fuck up" I smirk and stand up.

"I better get going" I told everyone.

"Me too. I better go and look for Arzel." JL is up on his feet and waves us goodbye.

I did the same and turned to walk.

The club is now filled with really a lot of people. The number I saw minutes ago doubled this time. A lot of girls are already grinding and dancing in the middle of the dance floor. A lot of teens are already as wasted as shit. Some can't stand up and some are already asleep.

As I walk, I looked around, hoping to spot Louis' lovely self. I searched, but I never saw him. Plus, I am even more dizzy now. I could hardly identify someone from afar.

"Ouch. Fuck" I expressed as I felt someone step on my right foot.

"What the he... It's you again?!" I look at the lady who just did nothing but step on my foot.

My vision is blury, but I could clearly see the face in front of me.

"Oh god, I didn't mean to" She is also surprised her eyes are wide. Really wide.

"You spilled liquor on my clothes for the second time now and you stepped on my foot. Ugh, motherfucker!" I shouted at her.

She didn't react. She stands still, trying to understand what I just said while holding her glass. I didn't speak further, instead, I pushed her away from the way so I could pass.

Ugh, that bitch has had double kill on me already. She should fuck off before I get her rampaged in that damn floor.

Great. Just great. Another hundred dollar dress of mine is ruined. Thanks to that slut.

Are we like some kind of meant to be? Ugh. She's getting to my nerves, really.

As I stepped in front of my door, I almost fell to the floor. Gosh. Have I drank that much?

I opened the door without having to use my keys. Huh? That's weird.

As I enter the room, I noticed a cellphone similar to mine on the floor while it buzzes and the name "Jem" flickers on the screen signaling that someone's calling.

But the phone wasn't the one that really caught my attention. I was stunned, and I froze on my feet while my mouth opened as I see a curly-haired boy with tattoos covering his body, sleeping and laying down on the floor.