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Chapter 24

Avi's Point of View

"Hey buddy, you might wanna slow down..." tipped the bartender as he cleaned glasses from behind the bar.

"Give me another..." I ordered, ignoring his comment. He turned after giving me a judge mental look and got me my shot of vodka.  I threw my head back and waited for the painful burn afterwards. The burn came and made my eyes water. I then pulled my keys out of my pocket along with a 10$ bill. I handed the stuff to the bartender. "Make sure I don't do anything stupid tonight..."  He took the keys out of my hand, leaving the 10$.

"My pleasure." And with that he went off to the other drunk men on the other side of the bar. I just started to play with my shot glass, having it dance through the peanut shells and smoke. 

After a few minutes of watching the glass dance, I felt two strong hands on my shoulder. I turned around groggily to see Scott and Kevin.

"Hey." I said bitterly. 

"We, uh, heard what happened...." Scott said, looking at me with sorry eyes. I turned back to the bar and continued to play with the empty shot glass.

"How is she?" I asked. Yes she was the girl who tore my heart out and fed it to dogs but she was still my little soprano in heels.

"She's with Mitch. She was pretty broken up about it...." Kevin told me, sitting down on the stool next to me while Scott just leaned on the bar.

I just scoffed. "Where is Eric?" I knew they didn't want to tell me by the long silence they shared.

"He's uh... he's..." stuttered Scott.

"He's over there with Mitch and Kirstie." Kevin admitted. Kevin was a really nice guy but he also knew I hated people who beat around the bush.

"Let me guess, 'he couldn't leave Kirstie'..." out of the corner of my eye I saw them both nod. "I don't think anyone would." I murmured under my breath. "Bartender, another drink!"

Kirstie's Point of View

"I really screwed up Mitch," I cried, "I-I really screwed up!" I cried into his oversized sweater as he stroked my back, trying to calm me down.

"Sweetie, it's okay, shhh, it's okay," he said.

"No! It's not okay! I need to go," I declared, pulling myself off of the couch.

"Oh no you're not!" Mitch sassed, pulling me back down. "Yes, you screwed up! Yes, you were an idiot for kissing another guy! Yes, he is extremely hot by the way...."

"Mitch!" I interrupted, getting him back on track. 

"Anyway, yes you made all these mistakes! But you can't just get up and go to the guy you hurt! He needs time by himself! I suggest you give him as much space as possible."

"But..."

"NO BUTS!" he snapped.  

"Uuuuugh!" I got up and stomped up the stairs like a teenager.

I have to see Avi. I need Avi.

Mitch's Point of View

Kirstie is being a child. She knows very well this is all her fault yet she wants Avi just to come back and forgive her. What she doesn't understand is that he is hurt and what she did is like stabbing someone in package. It doesn't matter how sorry you are, that guy still lost a part of him you can't give back.

But Kirstie isn't the person I'm mad at. It's that Eric guy.

I got up from the now named 'Sulking Sofa" to go give that home-wrecker a piece of Mama's mind.

I walked in to see him sitting on one of the bar stools running his hands through his hair.

"Hey!" he greeted, shooting his head up, "How's Kirstie?"

"Shut up, you ass-wipe."

"Excuse me?" He gave me a look while getting off the stool.

"You heard me. Now don't even bother trying to explain yourself. I know how you guys work--"

"No you don--" I cut him off with a smack across the face.

"SHUT UP!" I yelled. He held his face and just stared at me like I grew 3 heads. "Don't interrupt mama!" He shut his mouth and sat back down. "Now you! You are those kinds of people that latch onto someone you can't have and say you care about them when really you just like the thrill! Now you can do that with any other hoe on the street but not my Kirstie! She deserves a man who can cater to her every need and get up at 3:00 AM to get her tampons! She deserves a man who would run through traffic for her! She deserves a man who respects her and cares about her! She does NOT deserve some thrill seeker who's just using her. She doesn't deserve that. She deserves an actual man. She deserves Avi."

He sat there and just stared at me. After a few minutes of silence, he got up and walked up to me.

"You're right... she doesn't deserve me..." he admitted. I was very proud of myself for making him say those words, but there was something in that smirk of his that made it hard to believe he meant it. My feelings were right because right after that little smirk was done being all pretty he swung his fist at me, punching my stomach. "I'm way to out of her league."

I fell to the ground with the wind knocked out of me. Then I heard a familiar low voice scream fro behind me, "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!"

Avi stepped over me, grabbed Eric's collar and threw him over the counter, causing him to hit his head on the corner. Eric got up and tried to punch Avi the way he punched me but the bass blocked and socked him right in the jaw. He fell to the floor, and Avi pulled him right back up. Holding him by his collar, he pinned him against the wall. 

"Listen here, you bastard," he hissed behind his clenched teeth. "You are going to get on your knees and apologize to my friend then go to your mom and ask what the hell she smoked when she was pregnant with your sorry ass!" He threw him to the floor where I was lying. Eric immediately got up and just stared at the bearded bad ass. 

"You're insane!" And with that, he scurried away like a cockroach. He almost tripped over himself trying to get out.

"Did Kirstie hear any of that?" Avi asked. While Scott helped me up I told him no. "Good," and then he left us to go to his room.

Bye Eric! There are probably gonna be like 5 more chapters then it will end :( but I'm gonna start to plan out another ptx fan fic. Will update soon!

--Alice