venture • lrh

twenty-three

DRUNK THOUGHTS, SOBER MINDS

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And so days have passed. Alexis has been alone, had nobody but Calum, and didn't want to be a burden. Calum and her talk, but barely. They don't quite meet up the way they used to do it. She doesn't like missing him, but she does appreciate it when they meet up. They can talk about anything, and that can go on for hours.

Yet, she's in a club, overwhelmed with everything she's feeling. Things around Alex have been quite unsettling. Several guys have bought her a drink now, but she just used them for the drinks, to be fair. She knows she is dressed a little exposed, but maybe that is for the free drinks.

She isn't drunk but hopes she'll get there tonight. Ashton is in the hospital because of her, Michael is blackmailing her, and Luke doesn't want to see her. Maybe she should focus on getting girls as friends. She's never really had that, but girls often hated her because she hung out with boys.

She had been slut-shamed while she was the biggest virgin. Or, as far as you could've called her a virgin.

"Hey," a guy sits next to her. "Down to do shots together?" He asks her.

"Depends, who's buying?" She asks him. He chuckles and orders the shots, and pays right after. She really doesn't want to flirt, nor does she feel like she can. Besides, all she can think about while getting herself drunk is Luke. He is continuously occupying her mind. The shot glasses get filled in front of their noses, and the guy looks at her.

"What's your name?" He asks her, grabbing a filled glass from the counter.

"Alex," she answers.

"Blake," he introduces himself. He holds his glass up and looks at the brunette. "Cheers to us," he chuckles.

As time passed by, she had many shots with the guy. He told her all about himself. His girlfriend just broke up with him, and he's trying to find a way to get over her. He told Alexis all about how drinking isn't the solution, but he doesn't care about it. The girl trapped him in his own thoughts, and now he's free. He told her he should celebrate that.

"You know, I should call him," Alexis chuckles. God, the girl is so drunk over many shots.

"No, you shouldn't," Blake tells her. Trying to grab her phone, but he falls off the stool he was sitting on. Alexis holds back her laughter for seconds, but she bursts out in laughter after that.

"Are you okay?" She laughs. He nods and stands back up to sit again. "Don't call him," he says again. She groans, annoyed. She really wants to talk to Luke. She misses his voice, smile, scent, and just anything about him. But he has ignored her for a week straight. It's not like she had anything important to tell. She didn't know what to tell him without annoying him. She hasn't texted him every day, but she really wanted to. "I'm gonna dance," she tells him. He nods and keeps on sitting at the bar, watching the girl.

He doesn't see her as a sex object, but talking with a girl without her throwing herself at him is fun. He isn't full of himself, but that happened so many times. Blake happens to play soccer on a national level as well, but his team is the biggest rival of Luke's team.

He watches the girl sway to the music. He has seen her before, but he can't put his finger on it. Little does he know she's been standing by the sideline at every game. Blake didn't always play on a national level. He wasn't that good years ago, but neither was Luke. Man, those two were best friends back then. But you know, girls fuck things up.

Luke may or may not have fucked his girlfriend back then. After that, it was over for them. He couldn't forgive Luke, nor could he forgive his girlfriend. She got the name ex real fast. Luke fucked her before he got to fuck him. Blake just wanted to take his time and make her comfortable. Yet, that idea backfired.