𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ✔️

♡ Chapter 9 ♡

July 9th.

Fire basically comes out of the pan as I try to make pancakes.

I hear Nic's door open behind me, making me turn around and hold the pan with a black pancake in it toward him. I smiled, "Nic! Try this pancake, it's chocolate flavored."

He didn't look at me or answer as he picked up the keys off of the coffee table. I lowered my eyebrows and set the pan back down.

I began walking toward him, "So, what are we gonna do tod-"

My sentence was cut off by him walking right past me. Icy. Cold. It was as if he could switch his emotions on and off. There was no hint of humanity on his blank face as he left the room, shutting the door behind him.

I stood there for a moment, mouth still hung open as I stared at the door.

He is on his period or something.

I take a deep breath and get over it. I walk into my room, picking up my clothes from yesterday that I had thrown onto the floor before going to bed. As I lift them up, I pause. I get a whiff of Nic's cologne from my shirt.

Lifting it up to my nose, I take a deep breath of it. It smells just like him.

I walk over to my window and open it, letting the California heat it.

And I pull out my lighter and set the shirt on fire.

As the fabric burns and turns black, I drop it once it's fully gone. 

I'm not going to let Nic's pissy attitude ruin my day. I have a hotel to explore.

And the bottom of about 20 bottles of alcohol to explore, too.

I change into a black dress before making my way down to the bar. 

Dim lights keep the room from being completely dark. The sound of pool balls hitting each other makes me turn my head left, seeing a group of guys playing together. To my right is the bar, with people scattered on the seats.

I walk up to the bar, putting my hands on the wood and smiling at the bartender, "Vodka soda, please."

He nods and begins making it. He slides it over to me once it's ready, and I raise it to my lips. 

"Vodka is disgusting," a guy says from beside me.

I turn and tell him, "You're disgusting."

His mouth turns up in an amused smile, "Ouch."

Looking at him, it was very clearly obvious that he wasn't disgusting. He was attractive, and his smile was warm. Unlike someone else.

"Sorry," I pursed my lips. "That wasn't me - it was the person behind me."

He leaned back in his chair, looking behind me. He shrugged, "I don't see anybody behind you."

"They ran away. They were scared."

"Ah, of course," he smiled. He looked me up and down for a moment, "Here on vacation?"

I sit down on the chair beside him. I shrug, "Something like that."

"You know," he turned his body to face mine. "I've heard that hook-ups on vacation are the best."

My eyebrows raised and my lips parted, "Wow. Straight to the point, huh?"

"I'm sorry. Just can't help myself," he smiled.

My glossy lips slowly turned up. I glanced at the bar and told him, "Get me another vodka soda and I'll think about it."