A Neighbouring Romance

17 - food

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- M

My head spins so hard that my hand forcefully clamps against my forehead and I squeeze my eyes shut to stop myself falling. Tyler's crimes are quickly forgotten as my stomach growls, alerting me to the feeling of hunger inside me.

"Tyler I want food. My head is-" I stumble into his arms and he kisses me, hands roaming all over my body as my dizziness gets worse. I pull away and shake my head.

"No, I'm hungry."

"What do you want?" He asks, pulling me over to the kitchen next door.

Opening the fridge, all I see is alcohol and soda.

"You have no food."

He shakes his head at me and looks inside the cold box himself, digging around before pulling out a cheese string.

I roll my eyes but the movement just makes my head pound further.

"It's all I have. I think there are some snacks left somewhere but I don't know."

"I want a burger."

"We don't have a burger." He looks at me in despair, arms wrapped around my waist as my head falls back, eyes on the ceiling above us. It makes me feel sick so I pull away from him again.

"Please." I look up at him with wide eyes.

We stand there, staring at one another for a minute, before he asks me for my hand, walking me to his flashy car outside.

"We're both so drunk." I say stupidly as he ignores me. "We can't-"

He sits me down on his leather seats, they always feel so good underneath me, and the car always smells so good, I can't help but take a deep breath in.

Just as the car rumbles to life, a body blocks the vehicle driving away.

"Get out of the car!" Noah yells.

He looks like a Greek God. He is a Greek God. Literally.

Draped in white and gold, even my drunken self is staring wide-eyed shamelessly, mouth agape. The whiteness of the material gives him an angelic glow – I can't explain it, but my stomach does a somersault as I stare shamelessly. Having not seen him all night, he feels like a moment of comfort.

The door slams so hard it makes me flinch as Tyler steps out of the car angrily, storming up to him. Hesitantly, I think for a moment before carefully following. The cold wind blows against my face and whips my hair away as I try to smooth it back down.

"Are you really that fucking stupid Tyler?" Noah's voice is like ice and I see the flush on his cheeks marking his anger.

"Go away Anderson." There's venom in my boyfriend's voice, fear spikes in me at what this altercation may become.

"No." He yells, still poised in front of the car. "You're not drinking and driving."

I'm silent as I glare at Noah, unable to comprehend his anger.

"Are you just as stupid?" He snaps at me. "Getting in a car with someone as drunk as-"

"I wanted a burger." I mumble.

"What?" The hardened features soften and the anger dissipates from his face in a quick second.

"I'm hungry."