I giggled as I danced on the table, the full effects of vodka hitting me all at once. I stumbled in my heels,and soon I was falling.
I was flying.
I squealed as firm arms took a hold of me.
"yoouhh ruiiannedd miiiyyy fun", I slurred, not being able to string words together.
"Your going to end up in hospital if you keep this up", a british accent spoke.
"oyymigod,your accent is sahh hawtt", I screeched suductively,slumping in his arms.
He ignorned me.
"How did you even get in here,you dont look a day past 15".
"I'm 16!!",I yelled ,a little too loud
"Still not old enough to get into an adults night club, how did you even get this drunk", he said,shaking me slightly.
"Fake ID bitcchhh,everr heawd of dat?"
He huffed.
"I have places to be, I don't need this", he mumbled to himself, escorting me out of the club.
"Whaat,you tink just cause your hot, that the worlld revolves around yeww", I screamed, growing annoyed.
"You don't understand", he said, shaking his head.
I made a left down the alley way.
He followed.
He gripped me by the waist, spinning me around to face him.
I gasped.
"Your such a jerk, leave me alone, I'd rather be raped than be in your presence, for all I know your probably some serial rapist", I said, pushing against his chest.
His sudden movements suprised me.
He grabbed my wrist and pushed me against the wall, pushing my wrists hard against the brick.
"Your h-hurting me", I said, starring up into his eyes.
There was a dark glint in them.
So familiar. Where had I seen them before?
I whimpered under his glare.
"Do I look like some sex driven arrogant guy",? he growled.
"Your sure act like one", I spat back.
My breathing grew shallow.
His gaze bore holes into my cheek.
"Look, I'm just trying to help you, understand?".
I gulped, nodding slowly, afraid he would lash out.
This wasn't me.
I didn't let guys control me.
I must have been really drunk.
His eyes softened.
He grabbed a hold of my hand and roughly tugged at my arm.
I cried out in pain.
He ignored me and continued onwards towards a red BMW.
"So Mr Arrogant turns out to be Mr Rich, typical". I scoffed.
"And whats that suppose to mean", he grunted.
"It means you lie about the size of your dick", I giggled, swaying, almost falling over Mr Richy.
"What's your name anyway", I continued, remembering I had no idea who I was talking to.
"Hi, the names Harry", he said, flashing me a genuine smile.
He opened the car door for me.
Sliding in, I pulled a flirty smile.
"Cute name", I commented.
He got in beside me.
Starting the car he turned towards me.
"So, whats your name,sexy?, he winked.
I looked down,slightly blushing, yet slightly disgusted, softly biting down on my lip.
Looking up through my eyelids, I responded with one word only.
"Veronica".
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