SHORT STORIES

⑅ LOVE : CASSIAN'S POV ♡

Ugh......how the hell did I end up here?

The bell on the bar's door jingled as I tried to draw out a reasonable conclusion as to how in the fucking hell did I end up coming to a gay bar with this bastard.

"Well, aren't you enjoying this?" The bastard smirked at my face.

"Shut the fuck up, please." this guy is such a headache.

I noticed the bar door open, I was curious as to who would come to the bar at this hour except for crazy people like us.

Don't get me wrong, the bar was as loud as it can be with heavy music playing inside it but there were barely any costumers since it was quite late.

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I stunned at my place as soon as I saw the person enter.

His blonde hair shone in the dim light inside the bar and I noticed his brown, restless eyes look around like he was finding the perfect place to sit down at.

Why is he here? And that too this late and in a gay bar?

It was Leon Carles, the guy I've had a crush on since high school.

Though I am a bit embarrassed about how I haven't confessed my feelings till now even after these many years, but I had my reasons so I think it's totally fine.

I watched him sitting down at the counter and immediately chugging down three shots of vodka.

I tried to find out what it was that he was drinking and to my surprise it was the strongest one out there.

"Isn't that the guy you like?" It was my friend Syril. This is the bastard I mentioned.

"Uh? Oh, yeah."

"Leon Carles, was it?"

"Yes."

"You wanna go hit on him?"

"You think I should?"

Oh no....Syril is gonna burst.....

Syril's eye twitched. He was visibly mad.

"HA! Listen, I've been telling you to confess ever since I knew you had a crush on him and now you ask me this? What do you think I'll say? No?"

"I'm sorry." I scratched the back of my head as I tried to avoid his gaze.

Syril sighed, he had given up on me. I understand why though, haha.

"He's drinking a lot, huh?" Syril stated.

"I know right?"

It's about time he stopped.

"You know, You really should go stop him......."

Should I? I'm sure he came alone. Will he able to leave on his own if he drinks this much? He's making me worry.

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"I'm gonna go talk to him. You can go back first if you want to." I said and Syril smirked.

"Just go away already, won't you?" I told him, "Fucking bastard." I mumbled and got out of my seat towards Leon.

I noticed he was about to leave as he got up from his seat but he was too drunk and tumbled upon me.

I feel so lucky--

He then looked at me and grabbed my face as he uttered, "Being this handsome should be a crime."