Gotta Go My Own Way ~#2~ (N.G./C.D.)

Chapter 15

"Isn't this dangerous?" Theresa asks beside me.

"What do you mean?"(lollool jbiebs) I question, following the guys up the sidewalk to the club. 

"Well aren't you like famous and the other guys are obviously well known." Theresa picks up her pace.

"Probably." I shake my head and smile at the security guard as I walk past him.

"You're kind of acting weird." Tori looks at me when we enter the blaring club.

"Oh you haven't seen me in so long, dear friend." I grin again and pat her shoulder. "They serve drinks here?" I frown at the bar in the back.

"Yeah but for 21 year olds." Cam approaches me with a grim face.

"Cheer up buddy. It's my birthday!" I hug him and walk straight to the bar. I didn't even think of a fake ID to be honest.

A male bartender, a young one may I add, approaches me. "What can I get you?"

"How about a shot of vodka?" I smirk and cock my head a bit to the right.

"Do you have an ID?" The guy folds his arms and smirks back at me.

"You see, it's my birthday so I don't exactly have one. I can assure you I'm 21." I smile and lean forward over the bar. 

"You don't seem like it."

"What do I have to do to get a shot of vodka?" I lean even more forward, centimeters away from his face.

"I could get fired and put in jail for giving alcohol to a minor." The bartender raises his eyebrows.

I roll my eyes. "What's your name?"

"John. What's yours?"

"Rosalie. John, would you please give me a shot of vodka?" I'm becoming impatient. I'm waiting for something to take the edge out of this pain.

"That's a beautiful name, just like you." He winks and smashes his lips against mine.

I pull away and smile at him."Vodka?"

John pours me two shots and I down them before I get the burn in my throat. "Maybe I'll see you again, John." I laugh and go to the dance floor, suddenly feeling tipsy.

~~Cameron's POV~~

I watch as she begins to make out with that nasty excuse of a bartender. Rosalie is really scaring me tonight. So much has happened to her and now this is how she handles it? It's just not what she does. I was in a pretty bad place yesterday. Maybe I'm the influence for this reckless outburst? I'd never forgive myself if I am.

"How do we handle with this?" I elbow Nash and point to her jumping around.

"I don't know man. She's never like this. She's experiencing grief of someone really close to her. I think that she just needs to let it all out." Nash shakes his head and takes a bite of his burger.

We're sitting in a booth with Matt and Aaron. The rest of the guys are bustling about with Rosalie's friends. I steal one of his fries and watch as Rosalie approaches yet another guy.

"Did you see her kiss that bartender?" I ask aloud.

"I did." Matt nods and points to her dancing with this new guy."I think she's just using all of them. Rosie obviously doesn't mean it. She doesn't roll like that."

"But what if she does?" I ask again, my voice cracking.

"Are you alright?" Aaron eyes me.

"I think I need to go back to the hotel. Just keep an eye on her for me." I nod at Nash and shake my head, walking out of the stuffy club.