kurt kunkle - kurtsworld

one

"Okay, the Spree's almost here Britt."

You said desperately trying to hold your friend up. She was wasted as hell and you were her last resort. You, her, and some of your other mutual friends decided to go clubbing for your birthday. Lets just say she had a little more fun than you did.

"What the fuck is a 'Spree', it sounds like a fucking, I don't even know." You propped her head up, or really her whole body weight up as she slurred her words. You were already bummed out, and dealing with her was testing your patience.

"Its like a Uber, just way cheaper. Stand up straight"

You further ignored her mumbling and waited on the side of the road for your drivers car to pull up. Not to mention you're standing outside in the cold, in a short, tight dress. Good thing you decided against wearing those heels.

You sighed, looking at the fog that escaped your mouth and you got a little more upset. This isn't at all how you'd imagined your birthday to be.

After what felt like years of waiting in silence a car finally pulled up, matching the description on the website. You were mentally relieved as the driver rolled the window down.

"Hey I'm Kurt, you call a Spree?"

You awkwardly looked down into the car. "Yeah, yeah, would you mind if I go with her? She's kind of, I don't know, unresponsive?"

You struggled to hold your friend up. The dude in the car nodded along with your words.

"Totally."

You grunted, opening the backseat to the car, immediately pushing Brittany inside so she wouldn't fall. Then moving her over to the other side of the car so you yourself could get in. Your feet hurt and the raging music inside the club made your head thump. So finally sitting down in this strangers car was a relief.

"You good?" Kurt looked back. You breathed hard, strapping on your seatbelt, "Yep."

As Kurt started driving you looked at Brittany. Come to think of it, she completely ruined your night. Forget that, you notice there's cameras inside the car. You look around curiously. Is he recording?

"I stream. Like a live video, they're on right now." Kurt breaks through your thoughts, ending the silence. Interesting. Nothing seemed off about him, or the situation. Nothing that you needed to worry about. Exhausted, you lay your head back, trying to relieve some tension.

"It makes great content." He adds. "I swear im not a weirdo."

You awkwardly chuckle at his comment, finding it rather hard to get comfortable. You decide to go on your phone, your battery being saved from you hardly using it during your duration at the club.

First you rewatched your own Instagram story. Pictures of expensive shots, then you downing those shots. A bathroom mirror picture, then a picture of Brittany sitting on the bar.

You viewed some of your friends stories who stayed behind. When you saw a new story had uploaded from one of them you got upset. It wasnt fair how you, the birthday girl had to ditch her own party for her friends safety. You felt like the others didnt care, watching them virtually dance and continue having fun.

A vibrant light when off, making you reach into your bag. Of course Brittany snook her phone into your possession. Who knows where it could've been if not here now.

"Hey Britt, you have like fifty missed calls from your mom and dad." You spoke softly. You thought it'd be useless to try and get a response out of her, until she actually responded.

"Jordan?"

Jordan? Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Did I leave the club with you?"

You decided to mess with her, the relaxation finally giving you a chance to feel silly drunk. "Yes, we did." Her tone was pathetic. Basically moaning her words, with her eyes closed.

"Did we fuck again?"

You turned to look at her, and she shook her head. "No, I-I told you I wasnt gonna fuck you again."

You froze, and your phone fell from out of your hand. Has she been fucking your boyfriend?