Roxanne

Chapter 13

(Drama By Drake & Roy Woods)

Schlatt's Pov

I watched as Corpse rolled his eyes once more, fully putting Roxanne's phone away into his pocket. He then looked extremely angry as he looked at his phone.

"Everything okay?" Tommy asked, being the first to break the silence.

"Yeah. Excuse me for a minute." He stood up, walking over to the dance floor.

I watched as he pulled Roxanne to the side and she looked confused. He then gave her phone back to her, and she looked even more confused. He spoke to her, and she now looked angry. The next thing I know, she is storming past him, and walking outside of the bar. The front door closed, and I waited a couple seconds.

"I'm gonna go grab my jacket from the car, does anyone else need anything?" I stood up, looking at everyone as they shook their heads no.

Now, I don't care about Roxanne, but I do love drama. I opened the door to the bar, stepping outside into the cold fall air. My skin filled with goosebumps as the air blew. I looked around, not seeing her anywhere so I shrugged it off.

I unlocked the car, grabbing my jacket from the back seat where Charlie threw it. I closed the door, and stepped back putting my jacket on. I pulled my phone out of my back pocket, looking down at it.

"Are you fucking serious right now?" A bitter laugh came out as I looked towards the cars across from mine.

Roxanne was leaning against a black car, phone against her ear, and her other hand rested on her hip. I stared at her and I could see the anger build on her face.

"I don't get why you're so upset! You've known about this trip for weeks!" She screamed into the phone as I looked at the bar and then back at her.

Time to put your differences aside here.

I let out a breath and rolled my eyes, before walking across the parking lot. Her head peaked up at my footsteps, and a look of confusion crossed her face.

"Jaxon- don't you dare cut me off." Her voice dropped and I felt the goosebumps crawl up my arm.

Never get on her bad side, she's fucking scary.

"You've known about this trip so stop acting like an insecure little boy! Second off, you've known about this Halloween party, and don't even try to say anything because you're at one right now!" Her hands started to shake softly, and I knew it was because she was angry.

I looked at the door, nobody was around, I put my arm around her, and her body tensed.

Why am I doing this shit?

"Jaxon, you're being an asshole." Her voice was a little calmer, but she was still angry, and she had every right to be.

"How is this my-" She went to speak again and the phone disconnected.

She pulled her phone away from her ear, and ran her one hand through her hair.

"Thanks." She spoke short to me, standing in front of me, dropping my arm off of her.

"Yeah whatever, your boyfriend is a dick." I shrugged, and she shook her head.

"He didn't use to be like this." She mumbled, looking down at her phone.

"I don't like you Roxanne, but you don't deserve this." I grabbed her phone from her hands, slipping it into my back pocket.

"Stop worrying about it, and continue to have fun. Don't let it ruin your night." She went to speak but quickly shut her mouth and nodded.

"He shouldn't be treating you like this." I said, noticing her complete mood change now.

"Even now, you were just talking to him, you should've been yelling at him more, and you were calmer than you should've been. You give him more than he gives you, and you don't deserve that."

"Let's go. I need a drink. I can't handle you being nice to me." She grabbed my hand, pulling me across the parking lot.

We walked into the bar, nobody noticing our presence and over to the bar. Eryn looked at us with a smile and walked over. Her hand loosened around my hand, before she completely dropped it.

"Give us some shots please." She looked at me and smiled.

"You're playing a dangerous game, Roxanne." I said, looking behind her to see my friend group in a conversation with a bunch of people.

I couldn't even tell you how many people were surrounding our table right now, but it made less eyes on us. The two people that hate each other, that are being civil, about to do shots together. It makes it easier to explain to people, because they don't know.

Eryn laid three shots in front of both of us, as Roxanne gave me a lopsided smile. I kept looking behind her at the group, but they were in too deep with whatever they were doing. I looked back at her, and completely stopped worrying about my friends.

"Can you handle your liquor?" she asked, causing me to scoff.

"I have more years under my belt than you do." I rolled my eyes, knocking them back like they were nothing, and watching her do the exact same.

I'm impressed.

"Do you want to dance?" She asked, and I felt wanted.

Nobody has ever made me feel wanted because it's normally always their persona. Their normal personality is normally always different from how they act on camera, but her. Roxanne stayed her fiery personality, her sass, her confidence, her quick remarks, everything stayed the same.

"I don't know. Do you want me to dance?" I asked her in response, causing her to laugh.

At this point, I don't care about our friends. They wouldn't care anyways, they would just think that it's normal internet beef. Everyone except for Charlie, Ted, and probably Corpse. Our other friends would just play it as our internet personalities.

But this is real.

Who we are, is who we are. There is no internet personality, because that's us. That's our true self, and whoever doesn't know that, doesn't know us.

"I do." She smiled, grabbing my arm and heading to the dance floor.

There's something about this girl. I hate it, but I like it at the same time. She drives me absolutely crazy, but I'm learning to like the crazy.

"I don't like you." I said to her, as she spun around and faced me, dancing to the music.

"I don't care." She rolled her eyes.

"You're stupid." I rolled my eyes, looking down at her.

"And you like it." She said, wrapping her arms around the back of my neck.

"Now are you going to dance with me or what?"
She said, dropping her arms and smiling.

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