Wildest Dreams - c.l.

Old Days

Music filled my ears.
Alcohol coursed through my veins.
And someone's hands roamed my body.

Tate and I had gotten to the bar pretty early. Her and Lando had a fight about who knows what. We both wanted to forget everything from the past couple of hours. We took shots after shots after shots. We danced with each other and with strangers.

My legs felt like they were going to collapse but the alcohol kept me going. I was wasted within the first hour of arriving and I wasn't stopping.

All the drivers are here sat at the VIP area. Tate and I stayed away in hopes to ignore our problems. Regardless, Max forced us to sit down and tried to sober us up. Tate drank the water provided but I almost knocked the cup over refusing to return to reality.

The French prick was sat across from me with a girl on his lap. His hands roamed her body while she sucked the life off his neck. But he was staring at me. His eyes captivated mine, neither of us turning away.

I hated that he was enjoying his night. No matter how much alcohol I consumed, I was still miserable and that angered me.

A smoke. That would solve my problems. Without moving from the couch, I took a cigarette out of my purse and lit it. The smoke entered my lungs. I closed my eyes and felt happier with a single inhale. I kept my eyes closed and relaxed into my seat.

I lifted my hand to take another hit. Right before it returned to my lips it was ripped out of finger tips. I opened my eyes to Charles putting out on the table.

"What the fuck Charles! That was my last one!" I seriously have running through these packets.

"Maybe it's a sign to quit" He said said a couple of feet away from me.

"Or maybe it's a sign for you to fuckung leave me alone!" I shouted before erupting from the couch to the bathroom. I closed the door and tore my bag apart desperate to find another cigarette.

Luckily I found one. I hopped on the counter and repeated my same actions. Light, inhale, release, relax.

"I though you said it was your last one?"

I forgot to lock the door.

I kept my cool. "Got lucky and found another one. You gonna crush this one too?" I said continuing to smoke it.

"You've been smoking more and running through packs. Tell me what's wrong mi Estrellita." He said it so softly, as if he cared. But he doesn't.

"It's not your problem Charles. Go back to your girl and let me relax, please." I really didn't want him to leave.

"Is that what this is? Your jealous?" He said slightly amused.

"Believe it or not but not everything revolves around you. I'm just going through stuff and I'd rather not deal with this right now." I didn't want to talk about my issues. It's something I keep buried within me.

"Estrellita, talk to me, please." His eyes were soft, likes his voice. He stood in between my legs now and his hands hovered over my legs, not sure if he wanted to touch me just yet.

"Charles I-"

"Why don't you call me Charlie anymore?" He was so close to me. His nose barely grazing mine.

I stopped calling him that because it was something between me and him, it was a reminder that there was a chance between us and I didn't want that anymore. "Because it's easier to hate you that way."

His eyes roamed my face. They lingered my lips for too long. But I did the same. He licked his lips and leaned in slightly. Our faces almost touching. His hands no longer hovered over my thigh but now slowly made their way to my waist.
"Don't hate me" He whispered. Our eyes were locked watching who would break first.