Die In California

14

Holy shit Machine Gun Kelly knows how to put on a show!!
BEST SHOW OF MY FUCKING LIFE!!
Also, Rook had his braids tied up, and I high key fell in love with them <3
Anyway... Enjoy :)

Rook's POV:

We went out to various different clubs in New York, getting as drunk as we could while gaining publicity. Whether it was wanted or unwanted, useful or getting us into more shit, that was another matter. But we were having fun. Well, I was until Devyn interrupted.

Some girl, I think her name was Chelsea, Charlene, maybe even Tiffany. Anyway, she was your typical groupie, only wanting her 5 minutes of fame. But I was drunk and I hadn't been laid in a while, so I went with it, bringing her up to VIP to dance a little too close to her, my hand on her waist, hers on my chest, our hands gradually drifting. It was no surprise, really, that it ended in us making out. It might have led to even more. If it wasn't for Devyn.

I was so consumed by alcohol and the feeling of someone kissing me that I didn't notice her coming back from wherever she went. I knew I should've been concerned about where she went - in case someone tried it on with her, or she got her drink spiked, or literally anything that could happen when you're a girl stumbling around a club on your own - but the alcohol clouded my judgement. Yeah, I'm gonna say it was the alcohol, and not what was throbbing in my pants.

The only thing I registered was Devyn suddenly yelling 'Because of fucking boobs' at Kells, with so much venom in her voice. I instantly pulled away from the girl to see what was going on - that didn't go down well with the groupie. But I couldn't bring myself to kiss her again no matter how many times she continued to try, no matter how low down my body her hand went. The look on Devyn's face was something else.

Devyn was stood frozen in place, facing us, her eyes wide, her cheeks flushed in anger - a contrast to the paleness of the rest of her face, as though the color had drained from it. Despite the distance between us, and the darkness of the club, I could still see her eyes sparkling with what seemed to be tears. But she wasn't staring at me. No, she was staring at the girl instead. More specifically, the girl's boobs.

A girl I had yet to have noticed softly spoke up before beginning to lead Devyn out of the VIP section and down the stairs. I brushed the fake blonde off me, pushing her hands off my chest and away from me so that I could walk over to the railings. I stood there, overlooking the club, watching Devyn and the girl until I lost them in the crowds. "Fuck." I cursed myself for losing her, and for not going after her to make sure she was okay. But I was still so confused by what had just happened.

"What the fuck just happened?" Kells burst out into hysterical laughing, doubling over as he collapsed onto the couch in a drunken mess. I couldn't join in; it seemed I'd just suddenly sobered up enough to realise that something was wrong with Devyn, and I didn't do anything about it. I didn't look after her like Pops said to do. Like it was my job to do.

I tried to find her, my eyes scanning over every single head, but I just couldn't. I wished I'd taken more notice of the other girl, in hopes that she would have been easier to pick out. But Devyn was wearing a grey flannel jacket, something that should stand out. But it didn't. She didn't stand out to me. Why?

With a defeated sigh, I collapsed onto one of the couches, completely ignoring the blonde until she got bored and stormed off with a huff to try it on with Kells - who was on the verge of passing out. Don't worry, she didn't take advantage of him. AJ kicked her out before she could. She didn't stand a chance.

"Y'okay?" Slim asked as he sat beside me, while I downed the rest of my drink.
"Somethin's wrong with Devyn, but I don' know what, an' I've lost her somewhere down there." I frowned, staring down at my empty glass, wishing for it to refill itself.