𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟹𝟹

KANE

ROLLING MY EYES AT THE redhead, i scoff and turn my back towards her, grabbing the awaiting shot glass and shotting back the drink, scrunching my face slightly at the after taste.

"So you don't wanna..?" The same annoying voice trails off, fingers tracing my shoulders. I growl, shrugging my body away and turning around, looking annoyed and stiff, "I don't want to fuck you."

I don't know where she got the idea that I wanted to?? Fuck knows.

She doesn't flinch at my blunt words and instead rolls her eyes, flicking her hair over her shoulder and crossing her arms, "So you lead me on!?"

Her voice was pissing me off. I don't know who she is. One minute i was snorting coke and the next, this woman had her arms wrapped around me.

"Look," i pushes myself up, leaning towards her, "I don't want you. And even if I did, I wouldn't be able to act on it."

I wasn't even embarrassed about what i was saying. If I'm honest, I don't even know what I'm talking about half the time. I can feel the words leave my lips but I never hear them.

It sounds slow and slurry.

Rolling my eyes, I get ready to turn around and walk away, she stops me, "What do you mean?" What do I mean about that. Let's see.

My fucking dick is always soft. It's always embarrassingly soft. I had no idea being fucked up on crack messes with your dick like that.

Nothing makes me hard anymore. Not even the thought of jacking off to Belle. The things that use to make me hard so easily before, now don't even stand a chance.

"My dick is outta business."

She cringes at my words, scrunching her face up and wafting her hand around as if she's trying to rid of the smell.

"You're breathe stinks." I shrug, walking away and shoving my hand into my pocket, grabbing a roll and lighter, nearly groaning at the sound of footsteps following me.

Why is she following me?

"What do you want?" I bite out, closing my eyes momentarily at the feeling of fresh air slapping me in the face.

Leaning my body against the brick wall, I push one leg slightly forward and lean more of my body weight on the other leg.

"Nothing," She murmurs, leaning on the wall opposite me, red hair blowing in the wind, pale skin shining under the moonlight.

It's quiet around us. The only thing heard is the muffled sound of songs being played inside the club.

"Then why follow me?" I inhale, letting my chest be filled up by the smoke and exhale through my nose, not waiting before I wrap my lips around the roll and I'm inhaling another drag.

"You an addict?" She nods towards the spliff in my hand, arms crossing in front of her chest. That's when I notice she's shivering. I don't blame her.

Wearing a light, blue mid thigh dress that leaves least to the imagination will lack keeping you warm. She does look good though, I give her that.

"Nope."

"You look like one," Redhead accuses, eyes squinting, hand pushing hair away from her face and lips trembling slightly, "All fucked up and dazed."

"I'm not."

"Fine." She shrugs and I nearly sigh, thinking she's finally given up but I thought to soon. "What did you mean about your dick?"