But if you're too drunk to drive
And the music is right
She might let you stay
But just for the night
And if she grabs for your hand
And drags you along
She might want a kiss
Before the end of this song
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i dont feel like making a whole sep chapter for 1 new character so here u go🤪😘
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Jack's POV
It's been like a week since me and Rhea got back together. We act like it never happened. Our lives and personalities are the same as before.
Anyways, I had a game tonight and afterwards, me and Rhea went to the club. The same one we went to the first time. We both ended up drunk, but her more because I wanted to drive her back and take care of her. We were both standing by the bar area together, when someone called my name.
"Hold up baby I'll be right back," my hands drift from her hips.
"Alright."
It was just a bunch of hockey fans that were talking to me about the season and how it's going so far. After about 10 or 15 minutes, I walk back to Rhea. I saw her talking to another guy, but she wasn't happy.
"Just leave me alone!" She yelled at him. You could tell she was drunk, she was slightly slurring her words. I walk up to her, kind of pulling her back.
"Look, Rhea-" The man tried saying.
"Leave her alone!" I yelled at him.
"But-"
"Go away!" She yelled. He looked down and walked away.
"Who was that?" I asked her.
"My ex," She said. "I wanna go home."
"Alright, baby. We'll go home."
I've never seen her this drunk. She could barely stand on her own, I had to practically carry her to the car.
"So that was your ex?" I ask, driving.
"Yeah," she started, leaning her head against the window. "I fucking hate him."
"What happened?" I put my hand on her thigh.
"He's such a fucking child. He says the stupidest shit and has no manners."
"What do you mean by that?"
"He had no respect for me. Or anyone for that matter. But I guess it was kind of my fault."
"How was it your fault?"
"I never actually liked him. I only wanted to date him so I can tell everyone I had a boyfriend. But I never even trusted him, and I felt uncomfortable around him." She started tearing up. "He said the most messed up shit I couldn't even hold a normal conversation without something gross being said. Eventually, I couldn't take it anymore and I said fuck you and left."
"I'm so sorry. Why would anyone treat a pretty girl like you like that?"
"I'm so sorry," she started crying.
"For what?"
"I was so stupid. I love you so much. Don't think I'll to the same to you, please." She was sobbing.
"No, I know you won't. I love you, Rhea."
"That's why I didn't even wanna fuck him." she could barely breathe. "Everything I do for you is out of pure love."
"It's okay, baby. Stop crying. You're okay with me. I love you so much, I'll protect you. Nothing will happen to you. Ever."
"Please tell me you can trust me. I hate myself for what I did. I want true love but I feel like I don't deserve it. Sometimes I can't trust myself."
"I trust you more than anyone, Rhea. Even if you can't trust yourself, that won't make me trust you any less. And look how happy with where you are now. Don't ever hate yourself." I really love her. And everything I said was true. Even though she apparently did that, it didn't matter to me. I still trust her and I believe that she truly love me.
I grabbed her hand and held it tightly. When we got home, I had to basically drag her out of the car and in our apartment. I took off her clothes for her, and put her pajamas on. She lied down on our bed, and I pushed her to her side. She passed out not even a second after. I got changed and lied right next to her, cuddling her.
The next day, she woke up more hungover than ever. She sat up, rubbing her head.
"What happened?" She groaned. She doesn't remember anything.
"You were drunk. Really drunk." I rubbed her back.
"Where were we?"
"At the club. You said you wanted to go home so we came back." Salvatore jumped on the bed.
"Me? I wanted to go home?" She looked at me weird.
"Yeah, you did." I kind of wanted to avoid any talk about last night's conversation.
"Why? What happened?"
"I think it was because your ex showed up or something."
"My ex? Like Matthew?" She looked at me confusingly.
"I guess. You said he was the weird one that had no respect," I put my arm around her shoulders.
"I said that?"
"Yeah."
"Fuck," she mumbled. "What else did I say?"
"Pretty much everything. Even about you." I wanted to tell her without actually telling her.
"Fuck," she mumbled again. "I'm sorry."
"No, it's okay, baby."
"No, really, I'm sorry," she sighed. She rubbed her head again.
"It's okay, I don't care. I still love you, honey." I kissed the top of her head.
*** i cant believe im making myself updating another story anyways go vote for my new story carmen also I GOT HARASSED BY SOME KID IN MY CLASS THEY FOUND MY SNAP AND SAID IM A EMO THAT SLITS MY WRISTS AND HAS NO FRIENDS WHICH IS NOT TRUE WHY WOULD I SLIT MY WRISTS IF I HAVE JACK HUGHES LIKE LOOK AT THIS PIC
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