Taste Of Medicine | G.Daniel & M.Healy

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The sight of them together was never something I enjoyed.

But lately, it was becoming unbearable. I was straining and fighting against the urge to just go over and slap her across the face from pure jealousy.

They continued dancing along to Ushers - Kisser. Or more like, her just grinding up and down his lanky legs, as if they were stripper poles. As George looked nothing less than uncomfortable.

I scoffed under my breath, and averted my daggering eyes away from them before I could lose it completely.

I decided this house party was dead. Along with my partying spirit.

But I was willing to give it one last attempt of enjoying myself. From knowing I'd be left bored shitless at home with nothing to do. I wasn't sleeping well on a night. So I went and got another shot of tequila, in hope it would do the job.

Why is this becoming so hard all of a sudden? Nothing's changed. The only thing that's different is the fact George seems to forget my existence these days. But when I do manage to bump or plan my way into him, he's soon back to his usual self. Always happy to see me. And never turns me away.

So why now? What now?

I hadn't realized I was day dreaming into thin air, until someone clapped their hands in front of my face, followed with an amused throaty chuckle.

"What?" I snapped. Far from amused. But then I realised who it was; Matty. George's best pal. I don't really know him. I mainly just know of him. He's alright. . . I guess.

"Sup with you?" He asked with a playful grin before finishing the rest of his drink and reaching for the bottle of vodka. "Another?" He paused from filling his cup. Offering me one first.

The loved up couple quickly came into view, noticing they were heading over this way. With George leading the way and pulling her behind him. Both of them laughing together. Until he came to a sudden halt in front of us.

I averted my eyes away from him. Growing tired of his games and rules when it came to my existence with him.

"Er, yeah. Double" I told Matty. Already reaching over for a plastic cup to fill me up.

"Yes mate!" Matty shouted across to George. Only just realising he'd come up to us now. "My kind of girl. On the doubles" He grinned, before handing me my drink.

I wasted no time in swallowing it all one in go. And I was fully aware George's eyes were burning into me right now. A bit like how my throat felt after swallowing that drink.

But good.

Maybe I'll keep my attention on his friend for a while. It's not like I'm with anyone. . .

"You smoke?" I quickly asked Matty when I knew George was just about to open his mouth and say something.

"You wanna lend one?" He began tapping at his jacket pocket in search of them. I knew he smoked. He smokes like a fucking chimney.

"No" I forced a laugh. And George's eyes fell on me again. This time I was sure agitation was pulsing through him. "I'm asking if you wanna go out for a cig"

George's facial expression suddenly changed, his eyes burning holes into my head.

Which only irritated me. Because who was George to be pissed off in this situation here?

Yet at the same time, I kind of loved this reaction from him. Maybe this was secretly my aim. Maybe I'd suddenly decided I wanted him to get a glimpse of how I'm left feeling daily.

"Yeah" Matty shrugged. And reached over the table for the vodka bottle again. But just as I turned to walk out, Matty suddenly cursed out.

"Shit man. Careful, for fuck sake"

I turned back. Seeing some form of liquid, now dripping from Matty at the crotch area.

"I slipped" George pleaded with bulging eyes at him. But I could see he was fighting against laughter.

"Come on. I'll try and find you a towel" Jessie quickly offered to help, ushering Matty towards the stairs with her, playing good samaritan.

As soon as they were out of sight. I threw George a forced smile and headed out for that cig. Having nothing to say to him here right now.

But he was quick on my tail. "I need to talk to you" He followed on right behind me.

"Er. No thank you" I scoffed, finishing up another drink and throwing the plastic cup behind me to hit him. Hoping it hits him. It does.

"Very mature" He mumbled. Making me just shrug in response. Maybe he'll now take the hint. Leave me alone.

The second I was out the back door, I finally felt like I could breathe.

I lent against the patio fencing, and quickly lit up a cigarette. But the annoyance soon found it's way outside after me, and headed right over to me.

The second he was in front of me, he yanked me in towards him, and his lips found mine instantly.

Why was he doing this? He's hot and cold with me. Picking and choosing when I was in his life.

No. I'm not doing this anymore.

I forced myself away, putting as much distance between us as possible with my back already up against something.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I spat. Way past the point of pissed off with him.

He sighed heavily and just stared at me.

"Well?" I pushed.

"Giving you the attention you want. Don't play that game with me, Ell. You're mine, alright? Fucking mine!" He stared deep into my eyes before I crashed into him again.

Giving in once again. Letting him win again. Allowing him to fucking have me once again.