Moving In With The Enemy

Chapter 23 ~ "I Don't Like Him That Way"

I'm in my element tonight, everything in my system feels like it's vibrating. I'm having such a good time tonight and I almost can't believe it after the week I've had. But I wanted to feel happy again, and I wanted to have fun. 

Abby was the perfect person to drink with, she was like me in the sense that she wanted to dance. Neither of us were particularly good dancers or anything, but we were enjoying ourselves and that was what was most important to me.

"Let's go get a shot!" Abby calls and I nod. We jog back to the bar and each get a shot of vodka, quickly tapping them together and shooting them back. I cringe a bit, feeling shivers run up my spine but I manage to keep the wince to a minimum. "One more?"

"We've already had like......seven, shouldn't we stop?" I ask and she shrugs.

"Probably, but let's just do one more." She pleads, folding her hands and I nod. "Jagger?"

"Yeah, it's cheapest." I tell her and she leans forwards shouting the order to the bartender. I watch him set down a shot glass inside of two different cups and he cracks open a Redbull. Not good. Me and energy drinks aren't usually friends.

The glasses get put down in front of us and Abby pulls out cash, paying for them and passing the shot to me. We tap our cups and drink down the contents, it was sickly sweet but it went down easy. My mind does a mental map of everyone, I find the guys all dancing in the middle, Ellis's off in the corner, no doubt texting Sydney. Piper's three friends are also on the floor and my stomach curls when I see Walker and Piper sitting at the table together.

"She's so awful." I tell Abby who nods. "She's not even pretty if you get up close."

"You'd think she'd just take the hint by now." She adds and I nod enthusiastically. She leans over and whispers something in his ear and then gives a little wave, hopping off her stool and heading off to the washrooms down the hall.

I want to shout at him, punch him in the face for what happened last night, I want to just be angry. But I can't be, because I know what's going on now and it's created some of the best, but at the same time, worst memories in my mind.

"I'm going to go give him a piece of my mind." I slur and she chuckles.

"You tell him Annie, I'm going to dance." She says, playfully bumping my hip with hers. 

I make a beeline across the room, heading back to our table. I had a lot of alcohol and new confidence in my system, I actually felt sharper drunk.

"Having fun?" I ask, taking my seat again and he rolls his eyes.

"Clearly not as much as you are." He retorts and I roll my eyes in return. "What happened to me leaving you alone?"

"Well I just wanted to tell you something." I state flatly and he folds his hands, batting his eyelashes in a patronizing way.

"What's that?" He asks.

"You're a terrible kisser, I thought you'd be a little better given all the practice you've had." I shrug, patting his arm. "That's all, have a good night moping and rolling your eyes." I smile, standing back up and he grabs my arm, pulling me back to my seat.

"Terrible?" He repeats and I nod, crossing my arms with a confident smile. "Seemed to have a different outlook when you were moaning my name back to me."

"So did you when you whined out 'fuck' like a little girl." I counter, feeling powerful. Ooh I like this, I never hold this position when we talk. "Your turn." I smile, I feel really bitchy right now and I love it.

"Well you're mouthy tonight." He mutters and I chuckle. "What exactly did you come over here for, Annika?" He asks, raising his eyebrows. "Because you and I both know exactly how that kiss felt, so what do you want?"