The Queen Of Fuck Ups {m.c.}

They're All Mad

The cut required some stiches but it wasn't that bad. We lied to the hospital because nothing should come out about Michael beating up one of the band members and pushing me into a table. I didn't have anything against lying but the whole scene still scared me. I just wanted to show him that I was hurt about him lying, but he ended up hurting us instead. The thing was that he started to act kinda normal after the hospital, but his eyes never went back to normal. It seemed like I had popped a bubble and now I had to deal with the after effects of it.

"Hey Chris you got something? I'm getting tired of looking at people make out when I don't" I eye Jamie and Mel who are back together but also two of the newest members, Luke and Tempest. After I went to the hospital they went out on a date thing and I think they're dating pretty intensely because they're always glued to each others faces. Kinda annoying so fuck them for being happy. Chris laugh and hands me a very nicely rolled joint.

"Damn this is some fine handwork"

"Thank you. Thanks to the guys I sell to fancier people who want it to look pretty. Because it's important to look pretty when getting fucking stoned." Chris rolls his eyes as I bring the lighter up to the joint with my pinky being British and all that crap. I look towards some sort of fight happening very close to where we are in the club and look at the people fighting.

"Oh fuck!" I jump up and quickly get to Michael and the dude he is fighting. A smirk is placed on Michaels lips as he punch the guy square in the jaw.

"Michael for fucks sake get off him." I rip at his arm and surprisingly enough he lets me rip him off of the dude.

"What the hell are you doing?" I stare him in the eyes trying to see if some part of him regrets it. He just smiles and shrugs like it isn't a fucking big deal. Which it isn't? Why am I freaking about this? I beat up people and get arrested. Am I wrong to judge him? But I don't. I'm messed up.

I slowly reach up and touch his bloody lips and looking into his still dark eyes.

"Does it hurt?" I touch the bruise under his eye and his very familiar laughter flows from his lips.

"No fucking way. This isn't even enough to make me whine." Perfect. I reach up and place my lips on his, still careful not to touch the cut too much. I slide my hands around his neck and gently tuck at a few strands of his hair. His hands find their way down to my hips, one of them traveling a bit more south and plants itself on my ass. That was a weird way to say he grabbed my ass? Planted... I will plant a tree. But not on my ass. Am I stoned? Well I'm trashed so probably.

I start to move, holding Michaels face down and walk towards the bathroom. I signal to Michael that he have to wait for two seconds so I can check the ladies room. I push open every door to make sure no one is in there, but just as I check the last one two hands grab my waist and push me into the stall. Michael twist me around and push me against the wall. His mouth trail down my neck, biting and kissing. Probably leaving marks but I'll have to deal with that later. I grab his face and get him back to my lips again. As usual we fight for dominance in each others mouths and as always Michael unfortunately wins. Son of bitch. His hand rubs against my inner thigh, making me want to have my own kind of fun. I slide my hand slowly down his chest right until my hand find his crotch area.

"Do you have a gun in your pants or are you just pleased to see me?" I softly bite his lower lip, pulling it out slightly before letting it go.

"Both." I smile before unbuttoning his pants. Sliding my hand down his pants, grabbing on to his dick through his boxers.

"None of that shit." He grabs onto my hand and pull it out of us his pants.

"Someone's impatient." I teasingly shake my head in disapproval.