We never got over it

Haunted-Barrons POV

Fuck I can't sleep. I have to talk with Charlotte tomorrow because Amber insist that I should go over the legal risk. She basically wants me to scare her.

We have seen each other but we haven't had a full conversation. Well not while she was sober anyways. I saw her at the burger shop with when that idiot was flirting with her.

I don't know why I'm so possessive over a woman who wants nothing to do with me. And I don't blame her.

I can't help put be mesmerized by her though. She looks so different but yet the same. The same chocolate brown hair and sparkling green eyes that I feel in love with all those years ago.

When I think about being in love with her, I can say that those feelings have past. But there is still something that draws me to her.

I thought about going to see her after what happened. I thought about explaining everything and hopefully she'll give me a checked chance.

But if I'm being fucking honest. I didn't deserve one. I let our best friend die. I have come to terms with the fact that it's my fault but I still feel guilty about it all.

I don't even know how I'm ganna talk to Charlotte. Do I act like I don't know her ? Do I just say fuck it and try to talk things out? I don't even know why the fuck I care any more.

She clearly still hates me and I don't think anything I say can fix it.

I get a phone call and I'm wondering who the fuck would even call at 3 am.

"Hey it's Gianna, idk if you remember me but I can't stop thinking about that night"

"Gianna....." I say trying to remember who the fuck she is

"Yeah hey sorry I left like that it's just idk...are you busy right now"

I look down at my glass which has whiskey in it a few minutes ago.

"Ya free, come over ill call u an Uber"

"Kk I'll text u the address" she hangs up

Maybe this is just the distraction I need

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"Hey" she says as soon as I open the door.

I'm not really in the mood for talking. I grab her into a kiss and take her onto the bed.

Of course gives in a kisses me back. She put her hand on the waist band of my underwear and

"Lottie" I say. Fuck.

She pulls back and angrily shoves me

"What the fuck dude"

"Shit, I'm drunk. My bad"

"Your bad ? You have a girlfriend?"

"No" Fuck this is getting annoying.

"Then why-"

"You should leave, I'm sorry this was a mistake"

She glares at me and then slams the door. Again. I pull out my whiskey and take the glass I previously had. I chuck it in the sink and down the bottle instead.

Even after all these years she still haunts me