Bitter | Bill Kaulitz

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"I don't even know." I smile just letting the room spin.

Bill just laughs and he pulls me back to the bar area.

There's more shots lined up, this was such a bad idea but I didn't care.

"I wanna dance!" Bill shouts and drags me out to the middle of the club once again.

I can't say no to that. He's moving his hips with mine to the song as our bodies are basically grinding up on one another.

"Who knew you were such a good dancer" He leans down to my ear, I can feel the smirk on his lips.

I don't know what came over me but I turned myself around a kissed him. He's insanely drug like.

I know that sounds bad but I was supposed to hate him but I can't, he's addictive and no matter how much I wanna push him away I go back. Like a relapse.

He has his hands rested on my waist as mine are resting around his neck, we're making out in front of everyone, a public club.

I was the assistant, at least to the public. Did I feel like an assistant? No, I felt as if I was Bills fling, like a groupie except the ones he keeps by him like a pet or something.

I just don't think he saw it how I did. He's too bitter to stay with just me, there will be other girls.

There always is.

Our tongues were fighting to get into each others mouth, I wasn't complaining but my god he makes me insane.

I feel someone pull me back.

I'm drunk as shit so I stumble back, loosing my glasses, but I look up to a blurry blonde short girl yelling at Bill.

What the actual fuck.

"You're with this whore again?!" The blonde chick yells into Bills face.

I feel a strong pair of hands lift me up and I stumble to get up as they still hold me. It's Tom, he's slightly drunk yet he look's disappointed.

"Thanks..." I look at Tom and then look at Bill who's already looking at me.

My vision is blurry, I turn around to Tom. "I can't see." I point to my face.

"Oh shit" Tom looks around and then to the blonde girl.

I look where he's looking, as much as I can picture, a red heel on top of my fucking glasses.

I wanna cry, but I'm angry.

The girl and Bill are arguing, the whole band is pissed and I can barely stand up by myself.

Tom rushes past me like a bull, almost knocking me over. Georg and Gustav are by my side.

Neither of them were sober but they tried their best to look it.

It's so loud.

I hear a extremely loud smack when Tom gets up to the arguing people.

She smacked Bill.

Holy shit, the anger that rose in me that moment was unbearable.

Even though I could barely see, I marched myself between the three. Shoving the blonde, since she was already on my glasses she pretty much had a worse fall, yelling high pitched.

I smacked my hand over my mouth realizing I just shoved her, before she got up, Bill snatched me off the ground and Tom grabbed my broken glasses.

The whole band ran out of the crowded club, Bill running with me, Tom with my glasses, and the other two tripping over everything yet running.