The Secret Behind The Bad Boy

Chapter 8

Hey guys. I wrote my whole chapter 8 and then when I was editing I accidentally erased the whole entire chapter. So now I have to rewrite it, but I hope you like it. Please vote and comment and enjoy.

P.S. all chapters will be in Aubrey's point of view unless I write that it's in someone else's.

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Chapter 8:

"I'll take another shot," I told the bartender. "Make it a whiskey and strong."

"You got it sweetheart," he took my empty shot glass and winked at me. Pft, no wonder he wanted a job at the club. That asshole.

I lost count of how many shots I had by the fifth or sixth one.

He handed me the glass. I drank it in one gulp, exhaling as my lips escaped the glass.

I shifted my head to the side and there he was. Jesse. Except there's this blonde Barbie bitch by his side. I can tell he's not interested by his fake smiles he's giving to her. She's tugging at his arm to go dance, but he keeps pulling it back.

"Umm, hello?," I hear someone say. I space in and shift my head toward the voice. It was the bartender, holding a glass of wine in front of me.

"Umm, thanks but I didn't ask for one," I said.

"Oh I know, it's from the guy in the blue jacket." He twerked his head toward the guy and I turned my head to see who it was.

He was looking at me. He winked and smiled.

Just then I felt the whiskey kick in. I had just the right plan for this asshole. Who does he think he is, that he can just give me a drink and suddenly were together? That's ducking bullshit.

I take the wine glass from the bar tender and turn out of the stool I'm sitting on. This bastard is in for a good one.

I walk towards him smiling. He looks me up and down and bites his lip. By the time I reach him he is looking at my face his lips still bitten.

I splash the wine glass in his face. "Fuck off, asshole," I said to him.

People around us start to "ooh".

I turned around and start walking away.

"Bitch," I hear him whisper too loud.

I turn around walk back up to him and stop my heel on his foot. He groans in pain and people around us are laughing. His face was red in embarrassment.

I turn back around and decide to go outside. I get outside and I feel someone's hand grab my wrist. I shift my head to see who it is.

Oh, it's Carly.

"Hi Carly, houdy do?," I said in a southern voice. Hmm, maybe I'm secretly from Texas or something. Actually no, Alabama. No, Louisiana. Yup that's it, I'm Louisianonian. Is that what they're called?

"Aubrey, what the hell was that about?," she asked me.

"Woah there, cowgirl," I said in a country voice. I could get used to this. "Darlin' listen. He gave me a glass of wine. Who does he think he is, some cowboy with Mr. Horsey poo."

"Your crazy Aubrey," she said to me.

"If it was Jesse who gave me a drink, that would have been a different story," I looked Up in the air and sighed.

Them Carly put her head closer to me and sniffed me.

"Umm, cowgirl. I can let you borrow the perfume if you really like it."

"No Aubrey, I'm smelling your breath. How many fucking drinks did you have."

"I honestly didn't know how many I had. I probably had like fifteen or twenty."