Little Lies

1. Teddy Bear

He is hot.

Beyond hot, he is a fucking god, and he is coming my way.

Rory clings to my arm like an extension of myself as she hisses words into my ear, most of which I can't hear. Though I manage to catch the occasional word which slips through the roaring clubs music: sexy, beast, fuck, tasty... Yeah, maybe I don't want to hear the rest of what she has to say.

I down my shot of vodka and wince as it burnt its way down my throat. That shits disgusting, but I'm not going to get anymore confident by wandering around a cloud aimlessly and stark sober. That is definitely not why I came here. I came here to get blackout drunk and to forget the horrid boy which I can't believe I dated. And he cheated on me! ME!

Fuck, what has my life come to?

I ask the bartender for another shot before I feel the sturdy presence of a hand grazing against my shoulder. Even his touch is fucking sexy, and I haven't even gotten a good look at him yet! Downing the second shot, I swerve to face the sexy man hunk who I had spotted across the dance floor, only to be sorely disappointed when it is not that man at all.

Instead of a matured man, someone more my age stands in front of me. He looks to be about twenty-two with boyish brown hair, little dimples and glasses to match. He looks like a teddy bear that's lost its way in the sand pit.

"Hey," His voice is smooth and light like buttercream. Just the sound of his voice reminds me of that cheating bastard ex of mine, and that definitely will not do. I am not going to put myself through any unnecessary emotional torture just to get a quick fuck. I refuse to do that to myself. To a certain degree.

I mumble out a greeting as I scan the dance floor for that sexy beast, only to spot him fawning over some short junior who looks like she's never stepped foot inside a club in her life. Her eyes are wide and her expression looks as if she might just piss herself right there. Why is it that hot men always want the good girls? I sigh and find myself day dreaming about a sexy billionaire who will fly me in his private jet through the sunset.

A cough interrupts my dreams, and I snap my eyes back to the teddy bear. Right, I forgot about him. "My name is Holland," He smiles softly.

Ew. I need to get out of here before I fall for his good guy act. Where the fuck is Rory when I need her? I swear she was right beside me only a second ago...

"Who is that?" Voices whisper beside me, and I find my eyes drifting to where they are glancing. Well I guess I know where Rory is now.

In the middle of the dance floor is my chaotic best friend who seems to have gained quite the audience as she sucks faces with not only one, but two, two fucking hot ass men. Looks like I'm not going to be seeing much more of her tonight. Fuck! Why'd she have to get not one, but two hot dudes? How did she even manage to do that within the two minutes that she had left me? I'll have to ask her, her secret tomorrow.

Looks like I'll have to make do with teddy bear.

"I'm Phoebe," I return his smile and tilt my head ever so slightly up at him. At least he's tall, I can work with that.

"It's nice to meet you,"

"Likewise." I don't know how I'll survive if he keeps the conversation as boring as present.