I got off the stage as the crowd applauded, and walked up to the bartender
"Melissa! How are you, dear?" I said, still kind of tired
She pulled me in by my waist and kissed me
"I'm doing good, cutie.Great performance out there tonight, you really killed it" she said winking, still holding me
At this point I was flustered.
"Thanks love- when should I tell her though...?" I asked, looking down
"You should just tell that bitch you used her to get closer to me. She'll be a crybaby and fucking cry about it." she said, putting her hand on my chest, and giving me a shot of whiskey
"Melissa we're underage...-" i responded, trying to make her change her mind
"I don't care, love. Let's have some fun~"
We started taking shots, and when we were drunk, we went to the bathroom and made out for a good hour.
1 hour later
"That felt good" Melissa said, chuckling
"Y-yeah-" i answered, my voice shaking
"Look at your neck! Looks like i left a hickey." She said smirking
"WAIT YOU DID WHAT?!" my expression changed immediately and i pushed her aside, looking in the mirror
"SHIT MY MOM WILL KILL ME- I NEED TO LEAVE." I said, running out of the bathroom and the bar.
YOU ARE READING
Mistaken arts
Historia CortaAlyssa Sabine, a female who's turning 18, composes music and wants to make it professionally. Faced with many obstacles, the support of her friends and brother keep her determined to make it
