I Didn't Give a Shit.. Until I Met Him

I Didn't Give a Shit.. Until I Met Him (3)

After a long, boring, tiring and shitty week of school I decided to reward myself by going to a club. I need something to forget about my messed up life. I hope to get wasted tonight so I can forget about my life just for one night. I put on a proper pair of black tights and a fitted red t-shirt that shows a bit of cleavage. Im still a bit nervous about wearing this outfit , it's revealing and that attracts boys and boys just fuck up my life even more. Also since its a t-shirt it shows the bruises and scars on my arm. But it shows im badass and that might frighten boys to mess with me, and if they do attempt to mess with me , they will regret it. I kept my hair down and quickly straightened it and put on a bit of makeup. I looked almost normal. The scar on my cheek is extremely visible though , I disregarded that though, tonight was my night to get drunk and forget my problems. I put on some red pumps to make my short legs look long,

I walked to my car and headed to the club. I decided to go to one a bit far from where i live so I dont meet up with anyone I know.

When I got there , I took out my fake ID and waiting impatiently in line.

After about 10 minutes , I got in. The first thing I did was go to the bar and get two shots of whiskey, that should be a good start. I just have to keep reminding myself that tonight was my getaway from life. I got instantly bored , I knew I should have came with Jack or Jake or John or all three. I kind of wanted to dance , but it's not like I would dance with somone... Well actually I mightt , it depends.

"My names Mat" A boy that looked around 19 told me. It was slightly dark so I couldn't really see how he looked. He was tall and looked like he had a muscled body.

"Good for you" I replied rudely.

"I was wondering if you would like to dance?" He asked looking hopeful. I remember when I used to have that hopeful look, now I know never to be hopeful, because you will disappointed.

"Sure" I smiled. "But not with you" I added. What can I say? Imma bitch.

"Playing hard to get eh?" His sad face turned into a smirk. Guys just make fools of themselves , if a girl says no then take no for a fuckin answer.

"Look your going to waste your time, go ask some hoe to dance, she'll say yes" I walked off to get a shot of vodka.

I got a few more shots than intended but that was fine. At this stage I was tipsy not wasted just yet.

Dereks POV

I danced with what the sixth girl tonight? Man these girls can dance. I wondered what Alex danced like. There I go thinking about Alex again. A girl like her probably didn't dance, but if she did how would she dance?

Why can't I get Alex out of my mind? I dont like her.. do I? I mean I could definitely see myself liking her. Maybe I already do. There just something about her that I like, maybe its because she's the first girl who hasn't fallen to my feet. Maybe its the fact that she's herself to everyone. I dont know , but I want to know Alex James, she refuses to tell me anything, I hope I can change that soon.

"That was fun Derek" The girl I just danced with told me.

"Yeah it was....." Shit, I forgot her name.

"Kim!" She reminded me angerly.

"Right"I walked away before she can start come crap. Man I got to remember all these girls names.

I felt myself bump into someone.

"Watch your step" The girl said rudely. I recognized the voice from somewhere, but since I had a few drinks my mind wasn't thinking properly.

We both started at each other for a while trying to recognize each other. I noticed she had short but killer legs. Wait... Short but killer legs, talks rudely, there is only one person like that.