He's cold, insensitive and rude... But why can't I stay away?
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My love life was the last of my problems. Last year, bullies, penny less... Senior year didn't present itself exactly as a dream. And everything gets even worst when...
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"You really didn't have to come." I muttered, stepping out the car and he did the same; but instead of what I assumed, I watched self-consciously as Connor leaned against the closed door held my gaze. "Oh, I-I thought..." I trailed but decided against finishing it when he casually slid off one cigarette and lit it. Of course he wasn't coming in with me, he just wanted to smoke. "Never mind." I bit my lip, turning from him so he wouldn't see the red in my cheeks, and stare at the bar instead.
I'd never been here before. Well, not inside, for what mattered. It was a few streets from where I took the bus to the city. It usually looked simple, just a place where friends met to chat, drink or watch football. Yet, now it stood under a complete different light against the darkness of the street. Faint music was heard from here and I could see people inside, laughing and chatting animatedly.
My stomach cramped. There was nothing I wanted less than to go in there and pick up a 'wasted' Brett. But what were my options? I ignored the reason why the barman thought I was his 'girlfriend' but he called me. I would love to delegate and call one of his friends, but the only number I had was Hunter's and he wasn't picking up. I could also call Julia Ryder but I was sure that was an even worse option that to come here myself.
"Do you want me to come with?" I was startled by Connor's even voice, his eyes on me as I overthink once more and again I flinched from his gaze in shame.
"N-no." Yes. "It's fine. It'll take me barely a minute." I hope. And with that I gathered all the courage I could muster and overpower this uneasiness over one simple, stupid bar.
The moment I crossed the doors I was greeted by the strong scent of humanity and alcohol. Amazing. The very next thing I noticed was how hot it was in here, I felt the heat tickling my cheeks suffocatingly so I opened my coat while glancing around looking for the reason I was there this late. Over all the tipsy people, loud chats and chuckles and the beaming beat I finally spotted the auburn head I was looking for -even tho with this lame lights it looked bright red.
Brett was on one of the stools at the bar, his head low on his bent arm while his other hand fiddled with an empty cup. Just great. The familiar feeling of nerves spike in my stomach. Swallowing, I made my way there while listing what should be my greetings. Each step I took my mind raced, analysing if I was more worried he was like this on a week night or annoyed by this whole situation.
First when I got the call in my chest grew the sudden need to go get Brett and made sure he was taken care of. That instinct, tho, found a higher rival with my common sense, that'd been screaming at me to let some adult take responsibility of this and not get involved. What if Brett got himself drunk on a random bar -luckily not that far from were we were- uh? What is it to me?
Apparently a lot more than I was gonna let myself believe. The mere thought of going home knowing he wasn't in his best state out there got my stomach curling in guilt, so I was left with no more option than go make sure myself he was fine. Even expressionless Connor expressed his distaste at my choice.
