If I'm James Dean, You're Audrey Hepburn (Kellin Quinn Fanfic)

Bartender

Chapter-13: Bartender

*Damon's POV*

Finally! We've landed in Florida. Now we are headed to my mom's. We're staying there so we don't have to stay in a hotel, even though we got the money. I miss my mom so much, it's unbelievable. Jayde hasn't said a word since the incident with Jeydon. Mariah, Kellin and I are cracking jokes in the backseat of the limo. Yes, a limo. We never ride fancy but today it's a different story. Jeydon is leaning against the seat with his eyes close while he taps his foot and Jayde is listening to music. Probably her 'fuck it' playlist.

I hope her and Jeydon work things out. I want her to enjoy this trip and just put all the shit aside. She has been so stressed out, it's ridiculous. I know she hasn't said anything to us but I can see it in her eyes that she's been facing her daily demons. I hear Mariah giggle and I look over to see Kellin tickling her. Aweee, I can't wait to find myself a girlfriend. Then maybe I won't feel so awkward.

*Jayde's POV*

As soon as we pulled up to Damon's mom's house I opened the door, grabbed my suitcase and rushed out. I didn't bother to wait for the others. I reached the front door and opened it. Damon's mom was everyone's mom. That's how close we all are. I have her a quick hug and kiss while mumbling my hello's and thanks. I rushed to my room, yes I have a room. I've known Damon for about 7 years.

I threw open the door and slammed it behind me dragging my suitcase along with me. I quickly un-zippered it and pulled out a pair of jean high-waisted shorts and a dark blue lace tank top. I quickly stripped myself of the capris and short sleeve I was wearing. To complete the outfit I put on my sneaker looking wedges.

As I was doing my makeup, Jeydon walks in. I just ignored him and continued doing what I was doing. "Jay, can we talk?" He mumbled as he wrapped his hands around my waist. I sighed and turned myself to face him.

"No Jeydon, I'm not going through this again! You are acting exactly like Adam did. I thought you were different I can't believe you. I can't take it anymore, I can't go through life pretending every fucking thing is fine!" I yelled. Tears threatening to spill over, but I wasn't going to make myself vulnerable. I pushed passed him and headed towards the door, not looking back.

"Where are you going?" He asked. I turned around and faced him, once again.

"Somewhere you're not," I sneered. Just before I walked out the door I stopped and said, "Oh and by the way, we are taking a break until you learn to trust me." With that I walked out the bedroom and made my way down stairs. I ignored everyone calling my name and walked out the front door.

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I finally made my way to the nearest club. I stepped inside and made my way to the bar. The smell of alcohol an sweat filling my nose. Oh well. I came here to forget about everything. No I am not and alcoholic and I hate when people compare me to my mother. But it's either drink my problems away tonight or I end up in the hospital for loss of blood.

"Can I help you miss?" The bartender asked. Hmm he was pretty good looking, but definitely not my type. Plus I don't move onto guys that fast. "Can I get a rum and coke?" I replied. He nodded and started making my drink. I had like 5 drinks before I hit the dance floor. I started dancing with everybody and anybody. I thought I was fine until my thoughts started getting the best of me.

"You're ugly."

"You're fat."

"Those girls are way prettier than you'll ever be."

"Maybe if you killed yourself, no one would miss you."

All these thoughts were the constant demons I faced everyday. I just wanted a clear mind. I didn't want to focus on that stupid shit. But I can't help but to feel worthless. Things like this made me want to cut myself. I stopped dancing and made my way back to the bar.

At the bar I slammed down about another 10 drinks. I've been dancing for about 3 hours now, my feet are killing me. I pushed through whoever was in my way and made my way outside. I started walking back to Damon's mom's house. It took me about a good half hour because I kept tripping over my damn feet. When I reached the front door, I turned the handle and walked in. Only to be met by everyone's stares. Whatever conversation they were having before I walked in, stopped. All eyes were on me. I just ignored everyone and locked myself in my room for the night.