Stuck With You

Joshua's Girlfriend

Joshua's POV:

"Get off me."

"Joshie.."

"Didn't you hear what I just told you?" I raise my brows at Samantha who's sitting on my lap and her hands are moving all over my body.

Eleven days.

So many days have passed and I haven't heard anything from her.

When I left her place that night, I drove myself to a new club, and I've been coming here since that night.

To get myself wasted.

Because I left her crying in a messy room. The mess which I caused because of my temper.

She cried again, all because of me and no one else.

And she told me to leave her alone.. forever.

...

"I said get off me!" I push Samantha and she almost fall to the ground.

I always find Samantha at this club and forcing herself on me is her favorite hobby.

"What is wrong with you today?!" She screams and for the first time, I thank the DJ for playing this loud music because no one can hear us talking.

"Why don't you let me touch you anymore?"

I decide not to say anything, I take a sip from my drink as I remember that night.

"Hey! Say something!" She yells again and I become more irritated. This little brat is so annoying.

My eyes land on the bar in the corner and I clench my fist.

Is that her?

She is talking to a guy I've never seen before. He whispers something in her ear and she smiles at him.

She stands up only to stumble forward. Is she drunk.

"Where are you going?!" Samantha questions, making me realize that I'm already walking to the entrance of the club where Trina is heading with that guy following her behind, staring at her nice legs.

He's dead.

...

"Joshie?!" Samantha grabs my arm, "I asked you a question!" She looks around the club as she let out a sarcastic laugh.

"Her?" She points her index finger at Trina, "are you seriously going to leave me because of that Trina?"

"Look, she's with someone else! That means that she doesn't want you." She smirks and I ignore her.

I make my way to her through the crowd and pull her from the guy.

"What the fuck?!" He groans and I clench my teeth.

"Leave her alone." I tell him and he walks away without making a fuss.

Trina rests her head on my chest and for the first time in eleven days, I lose my mind for a second.

The red dress she's wearing is tight and short, exposing her legs.

She squints her eyes to get a clearer look at me, "get away from me." She barks as she attempts to push me but I don't move.

"What? I told you to leave me alone!" She yells as she chuckles softly.

She turns around to walk away but suddenly stops to vomit horribly. I hold her hair and make a face of disgust.

She stands straight as she closes her eyes for a few seconds. I bend down a little, pass one arm behind her knees and the other behind her back as I take her outside the club, to my car.