Bad taste

Not a club person?

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We, me and the weird ass named Tom, returned to the table, the boys' table, more forced than willingly. Angelina and Bill stayed in the bathroom, but not before I had a little 'talk' with Angelina. I can't believe she betrayed me like this. Yes, I'm used to her being with many boys around, but hell nah not ME being around boys, especially weird and probably psycho-drunk ones. In less than 10 minutes, she told those boys my entire history. I feel very uncomfortable, sitting here and thinking about the nonsense she could have told them. If she told them something from my past, like how I had a nanny until I was 16 because my parents were never home and neither trust me. Or maybe how I accidentally killed a cat when I just wanted her to be my friend.. Yeah, that's a traumatic experience, I mean I was 11, I found a pretty ginger cat on the street, then because we had a dog I hide the cat in a box outside just to find out like 1 hour after that my dog ATE the poor little cat.. I will never forgive myself...A gentle tap on my shoulder snapped me out of my thoughts. It was Tom.

"Do you want something to drink?" he asked, as if he didn't scare me to death in the bathroom. He was acting like we've known each other for 10 years, not 10 minutes. Honestly, I would have wanted to throw a glass on his head and run, but I can't leave Angelina here. With them.

"I don't want anything." I told him and nodded  at him to leave me alone.

He looked at me without saying anything and began to start talking to his friends. Honestly, I'm glad he's ignoring me. It allows me to be calm with my thoughts. I started looking at each of them individually. One of the boys had long hair and an adorable smile. Honestly, he's really cute. I think I stared at him a bit too much because he looked at me and smiled, then returned to his conversation with Tom and the other boy. The other boy was blonde with short hair. He was a bit quieter, the type who listens and then acts, just like me. I think I'm waiting for more than 30 minutes, I can't understand what the fuck take this long to do with a boy in a club bathroom, or maybe I do but I don't want to understand, honestly I'm starting to get worried, probably Tom notice that and went to get me a drink even if I told him that I don't want anything. I followed every move of his, he was so gentle and somehow everyone knows him, some girls give me really bad looks and I really want to scream at them 'Take him,I'm not interested in him!' but I don't wanna make a scene. He came back with a cocktail in his hand, I never had this one before but is not like I'm drinking periodically. "Thanks" I said and tasted it. I could feel the liquor and coffee, I have to admit that he's good at choosing drinks.

"How is it called?" I asked and took another sip.

"What? The cocktail? Orgasm." he replied, and I chocked. Is he joking? Totally he is. I hope he is.

"What?" I said a little surprised, maybe a little more.

"Orgasm." He repeat himself. "Why? Don't you like it?". I kept looking at him trying to figure out if he is joking or not. His expression didn't gave me any hints about it.

"Well now that I heard the name I don't know what to think." His eyes keep looking at me, making me to feel more uncomfortable than I actually am.

"Mhm why?" He mumbled. "The drink is as good as the name. Didn't you never had an orgasm before?" He paused to smile. "The drink I mean, obviously." He knows what he is doing so God damn well.

"I actually did!" I paused just like he did and he raised his eyebrow. "But not the drink, obviously." There is! A reaction from him! He is surprised by my answer, I guess he wasn't expecting this.

He started drinking his drink without saying anything, but I could still feel how he was looking at me. I waited without saying a word to him, also clearly avoid the eye contact. After 15 minutes I think, Angelina and her new friend joined us. Her make-up had run off and now she clearly had no lipstick left, her hair was visibly tousled and she was extremely.. let's say happy.

"So what's up guys." She said trying to make conversation. I looked at her totally disappointed and mad at her but she was too busy with her new friend. I didn't said a word and I'm not going to until we leave this place. Tom looked at her and gave her a big bright smile.

"We just had a little conversation about drinks, I see that she really enjoys them, especially the meaning of some!" at this point I started blushing from embarrassment, he is so fucking weird and gross, can't he just sat there and shut the fuck up?!?

"Oh really?" Angelina give me the look but I just rolled my eyes. They kept talking and I just zoomed out. I need to get out of here, I need a good sleep and a year or no clubs after this, or maybe more years of no club. My anxiety crushed me, and I felt like my self respect left me immediately when I entered here. Now this is not a want, is a need to leave, right now. I got up from the table, trying to look as dizzy as possible, I bent down a little bit and hugged my stomach. I felt their eyes on me.

"I think I should go home, I don't feel so good.." I said using my acting skills.

"What happened?" Angelina asked me worried.

"I think I have some..girl problems. I really need to go home. You can stay here, just call me a taxi." I don't want her to be here alone but neither staying with her any more minutes.

"Yeah sure-" Tom cuts her off.

"I can drive her home." He said and stand up too.

"No you can't.. you drank a lot!" I don't know if I should be more worried to stay the whole night with him or him finding out where I live.

"So?" He was pissed off by me refusing him but I rather walk home than go with him.

"She's right." Angelina's umm.. let's say 'friend' said.

"Thanks." finally someone understands.

"But I didn't." He said and getting up too. "I'm going to drive her home and then come back here." Fuck my life.

"Well if you want.." Tom said kinda uncomfortable, but I'm sure I'm way more uncomfortable than him. "Ok Bill, drive her home." Oh so his name is Bill! Noted.

We went to the car, Angelina and Tom accompanied us. We went behind the club, to a white brand new Tesla. Tom rushed to open the door on the right for me but I looked at him, scratched, and opened the door on the back seats. Bill started driving and I get my phone out, no one texted nor called me..I'm not surprised though, I don't really have good friends except Angelina. I looked up for a second to see Bill looking at me in the mirror. I avoided uncomfortable the eye contact and just keep looking on my phone.

"You look like you didn't really enjoyed the night." He said.

"Well no shit Sherlock." I don't want to make conversations with this one, I don't want to talk, I just want to sleep and never wake up again.

"Not a club person?" He asked.

"Not really." I mumble.

"Did anything happened to you in a club or?" I don't know if he is dumb or he thinks that I'm from the love Tom group.

"Bill look I don't really talk right now.. can you take me home faster, please?"

"Sure." He said, and his cold face turned on.

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