Not Love

[ 11 ] Not So Sober

I'm not really happy with this chapter but oh well. Just wanted to get something up there. Anyways, read and enjoy! ;)

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Chapter 11: Not So Sober

•)Alex's POV(•

Gulp.

I drained the rest of my drink in one go, feeling my brain go a little bit more hazy. Why do I have to be such a light weight?

As I thought, my mind wandered off to thinking about him. But why? I need to get him out of my head.

"Excuse me? Can I have another?" I asked the bartender.

"Comin' right up." He mixed together bunch of different alcoholic things I didn't recognize, and slid it in front of me when he was finished. "This one's on the house. You seem like you need it." He looked at my face and gave me a look close to pity. I absentmindedly pulled my hood down farther to hide myself from view.

"I don't need your pity," I mumbled, scowling even though he could no longer see it.

"Sweetheart, it's not pity. It's sympathy." He slid the drink closer to me and gave me one more glance before turning to a new customer. " Trust me, I've been there. We all have."

I grunted in response, gladly taking the drink. I looked to the side and gasped.

He was here.

He was really here.

Why the hell was he here? To taunt me? To rub it in my face?

A rush of emotion hit me. Anger, irritation, and dread now controlled my body. The alcohol didn't help either.

I clenched my jaw so hard it started to ache and I quickly looked away when he noticed me. I felt to hot holes burning into the back of my head, and I knew he was staring at me. Why?

Suddenly I heard a chair skid and heavy footsteps. Out of curiosity, I turned toward the noise to see him stalk out of the bar. At the last second, he caught my eye and I could see a glimpse of guilt and sorrow.

About what he did to me? No way in hell, people like him don't feel that kind of stuff. I can tell from all the hearts he broke without even a second glance.

He broke the gaze when he pushed open the door and left. Just like that, he was gone. I took a deep breath and turned back around. I won't let him get to me like always. Not today.

I felt the sting as I finished off my third drink. I beckoned over the bartender and ordered the strongest thing they had.

"You sure?" The bartender, Eric (his nametag), asked.

"Yes I'm sure." I snapped, frowning. Did I really look that much of a good girl?

"No offense, but you probably can't handle it sweetheart." He raised his eyebrows at me. How dare he tell me what I can or cannot handle. I've handled plenty of things that I probably couldn't have, but guess what. I did! From deaths to cancer to (cringe) karaoke at the karaoke bar, I think I can handle one damn drink.

"Leave the girl alone, bro." Another voice piped in. I turned my head to who the speaker was, and was surprised to see a familiar face.

"Gavin? What are you doing here?" I furrowed my brow, shooting him a questioning glance.

"Wow. Way to make me feel welcome." He teased, bumping my shoulder with his. He plopped down onto the seat next to mine. "Now get the girl what she asked for," he directed towards the bartender. I shot him a forced half smile that said 'thank you'. It came out more of a grimace though. I don't think I can really show a real smile right now. Not yet.