All because of us

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Lexie POV:

🎶 "That's my bestfriend, she a real bad bitch
Drive her own car, she don't need no lyft" 🎶

"Ahh I love you!" I hug Melanie, swaying side to side and maybe grinding? I'm not sure what moves we're doing right now while listening to Saweetie.

"I love you more, this is the best night we've had in a while." She says and then continues to dance, all the way down to the floor which causes whistles from strangers and Liam to pick her up before the first party foul of the night.

I'm five shots down, including the pregame, while everyone else is... probably a whole bottle in now.

Melanie is right though, we're all having so much fun together. I brought my blunt from earlier in a little baggy to have it once we leave the bar. Don't get me wrong, I love a good drink and dance but I'm more of a laid back kind of girl. I'd rather smoke a blunt, listen to classic rock music and play a good game of COD.

I walk away going to the bar, sitting down on the teal stool to get a bottle of water. It's hot in here and I'm feeling a bit light headed from not eating beforehand.

"You look good Lexie." A deep voice says behind me. Ew, I know that voice. I despise that voice.

I look over my shoulder to see the one and only quarterback of the football team. The legendary Peter Michelson. The one who broke my heart freshman year by cheating on me with one of the ditzy cheerleaders.

His blonde gelled back hair and grey eyes stand out from his orange complexion. He's in the sun so much he looks like a damn fruit. I don't know how I thought his tan was sexy. It could've been the way he lured me in with his southern charm and broad muscles. I check him out slowly, remembering the distant memories of what we once had and then I remember what he distinctly did and my face scrunches up in disgust.

His cologne invades my senses and fuck I'd rather smell my brothers dirty diapers than him.

"To what do I owe this, displeasure?" I smile sarcastically and turn back around thanking the bartender for the bottle of water.

"Ouch, you gonna do me like that?" He chuckles and sits down next to me. The bartender looks at me and then at Peter, covering his nose and walking down to get a drink for the next customer. Trust me, imagine kissing it.

"I ain't gonna do anything with you." I slur annoyed of his antics already.

"Come on, it's me carrot. How about we go have some fun for old times sake?" Peter places one hand on my shoulder trying to make me look at him.

I'm one second away from shoving this so called carrot up his ass if he doesn't remove his slimy fingers off of me. My eyes harden and I give him the nastiest glare I can offer. I hate it when he calls me a fucking carrot. Not only is it offensive, but what the fuck does that even mean? Is it because my body isn't proportionate? Because I have tits and not a big enough ass? I don't have a small waist or a toned one. I have freckles, cellulite, and stretch marks. I'm normal, and me.

Which reminds me why he cheated on me in the first place.

I swallow the nasty bile of insecurity, which I've worked hard as fuck to love myself for who I am and shrug his hand off of me.

"Fuck off Peter." I don't give him a chance to speak as I rise from the stool and start walking on over to my friends.

Suddenly, a large hand grabs my wrist turning me around swiftly and pinning me with his body. "Now now, where'd this dirty mouth come from?" Peter smiles devilishly and traces my jaw with one finger.