Chapter Nine (.5)

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This chapter is dedicated to lanipeet for being amazing and slaying as an honour role student,  subtletomlinson for F I N A L L Y starting another fanfic and to HelpMeIn2017 for constantly reminding me to update. 



Diana's POV


*Still Sunday, 23rd of February, 2020*


I'm currently dancing with Wyatt. Ashton has returned but he's at the bar. Adriana's dancing with family and friends. 


Wyatt is very intriguing, but Ashton...everything's different with him.


I excuse myself from the dance floor to get a drink. Wyatt's offers to come with, but I decline politely.


I walk up to the bar, nervous butterflies spasming in my stomach. The closer I get to Ashton, the worse it gets.


The bartender is surprisingly female. She's wearing a black dress shirt with thin, grey stripes with the sleeves rolled up and black jeans. She has a tattoo of an anchor on the inside of her right wrist, which I notice when she grabs a clear bottle of alcohol, most likely vodka. 


Her hair is brown with highlights of purple, and pulled back into a simple ponytail. Her lipstick is maroon, making her already pale face appear paler. 


I purposely slide into a seat that is two seats down from Ashton. The bartender glances at me for a second before focusing on mixing the drink in front of her.


After she's finished with it, she slides it over to Ashton who mumbles a 'thank you' and downs it immediately.


She walks over to me. 


'Well, someone has a case of RBF.'


"What do you want to drink?" she asks bluntly. 


'British accent...interesting.'


"Four raspberry vodka shots," I say nonchalantly, looking back at the dance floor.


"Comin' right up," she says sounding bored. She walks away while wiping a shot glass and starts on the drinks.


I steal a few glances at Ashton who's flat-out just staring at me. Why? I have no idea.


I gulp before looking back at the dance floor. I'm not even staring at people anymore, I'm just watching the way the lights are reflecting off the floor.


"Here," the bartender nods, sliding the shots over to me. I notice that there's a fifth drink I didn't order.

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