The bar looked so small from the outside. I was clearly wrong. The moment we walked in couples were in the dance floor and people scattered sitting with drinks or up at the bar. I looked to my left were a horny 24 year old attacking what was a waisted girl. I had never really drank before.
I wasn't really sure what to do. I had never been in a bar before. I suddenly looked around trying to find Marcel he was getting a beer and Zayn was already asking for another glass. Zayn then got up and walked threw the crowd until I saw him begin talking to some girl.
I felt hands on my waist. I thought it was Marcel but I was wrong. I turned around to see a young and very good looking guy, his hair was dark brown and cut similar to Zayns and he had brown eyes his smile was almost as cute as Marcel's but not quiet. He stood a few feet taller than me wearing a black shirt and dark almost black jeans.
"What's your name babe?" He asked smiling down at me. My heart fluttered a bit. Marcel never called me babe. I saw Marcel taking another beer in his hands and walking around. Marcel was the last guy I would've ever thought to be here when I met him but now it didn't surprise me.
"I-I'm Skye," I said blushing. I think I took on Marcel's stuttering.
"That's a pretty name for an even prettier girl like you," he smiled at me grabbing my hand. "I'm Dylan," he said and grabbed my hand dragging me to the bar.
"I'm gonna buy you a drink, loosen you up," he said winking at me. I nodded smiling. But inside my mind was on fire. What was I doing? I was with Marcel?! I'm to young to drink, I mean one won't hurt but-
"Here you go Skye," he said giving me a smile. I took the drink. I stared at it. I looked in the cup debating should I drink it.
"First time?" He asked chuckling a bit. I blushed. "Yeah," I muttered. "I'm here, listen to the music and let the alcohol work," he said watching me. I still didn't know what to do. He leaned down to my ear.
"C'mon, you have to some fire in you," he whispered hotly. My insides were melting. I quickly drank it. He watched his eyes devouring me he smirked licking his lips.
The alcohol ran down my throat, it burned a little but not a lot. It felt good after a few more sips. I still had half the drink left when I looked up at Dylan.
He was basically checking me out everywhere I felt exposed. "That'll loosen you up, not so bad right?" He asked winking again. I nodded smiling a bit.
It really wasn't.
He grabbed my hand and took me to the crowded floor. The music was pounding and my heart was pushing the alcohol threw me as I finished the drink. Before I new it I was dancing with Dylan. I didn't know it and I wasn't trying to cheat on Marcel. It's one dance.
Suddenly Dylan pulled me closer so he was right in front of my face maybe an inch from mine. "I'v been dying to do this all night," before I could think or stop him his lips had mine. He was kissing me, it was a bit sloppy and rushed but I knew it needed to stop if Marcel saw-I had my arms up to him to push him away but suddenly he was gone.
I looked up. Marcel had Dylan. Marcel yanked him off me and turned Dylan around. "Who the hell are-" Dylan never finished because Marcel's fist took him down in one quick swing. My eyes widened. Marcel was kicking him and punching him. I saw Dylan's nose and brow bleed.
Marcel was overcome by anger. His hair stood up in the quiff everywhere and his clothes-all black and gray made him look scarier. People started to crowd around. Dylan started swinging back.
"Marc stop!" I screamed. I tried to push him off. "Marcel!" I yelled. I looked up and saw Zayns face. He wasn't with the girl from earlier. He glanced in our direction. "ZAYN" I screamed.
Zayn saw me and ran over quickly looking down at Marcel and Dylan. "You get Marcel I get the other" Zayn ordered. Zayn ripped David away from Marcel. I pushed Marcel back but he tried running last me back to Dylan. Zayn was trying to throw Dylan out the back but Marcel was right behind him.
I see what alcohol dose to him.
I grabbed Marcel's face while Zayn shoved Dylan out the door. His eyes were dark and bloodshot. His breath was heavily coated in alcohol. He wasn't looking at me just at the door his breath coming out heavily.
"Marcel look at me," I whispered. "Look at me," he finally looked down at me. "Let him go,"
I caught Marcel's arm pulling him to the car Zayn already out the front door.
"Keys?" I asked annoyed holding my hand out to Zayn. He laughed drunkenly. "I can drive," he laughed dropping the keys. I picked them up off the ground.
"Skyeee," he moaned sitting in the back. Then he started laughing. Marcel climbed in next to me. He wasn't as ditzy as Zayn, Alcohol made Zayn childlike. Alcohol made Marcel angry and similar to a ticking time bomb.
I had had one drink that was basically dissolved now. I felt fine. They weren't. Zayn was in the back talking about sea monkeys and some kind of tattoo he wants and then Marcel muttering off profanity.
I then started to boil up. Why did Marcel do that. Was he stupid. He could've put Dylan in the hospital!
"Marcel why the hell did you do that?!" I yelled my anger spilling over. Zayn became quiet and his eyes got wide like a child who was hearing his parents fight. Marcel fired off right back.
"He was sucking you face," he almost slurred.
"I could've handled it myself! You didn't have to beat the guy to a pulp! God what's wrong with you!" I screamed.
"I'm trying to protect my girlfriend, but she's basically all over this other guy kissing him and shit but oh no blame it on me!" He yelled back. His voice boomed threw the car.
"Marc! You moron I didn't want him to kiss me I was trying to push him off! You think I liked it?!" My voice was reaching its height of volume.
"Yeah Skye, you obviously did since you were all over him before letting him buy you drinks. While I just watched! You were basically letting him kiss you, you probably did like it! Didn't you!" He roared.
That was it I felt it.
"Marc your a such an ungrateful arse! I can't believe you! You think I liked it so much?! Wanna know what that made me think of when he kissed me?! You wanna know!?" My foot hit the gas harder we started going faster.
"Sky-" he started softer now.
"SHUTUP MARC JUST SHUTUP!" I screamed poinding my hand against the wheel. I yelled so loudly he just dropped his jaw the blood still pounding and the anger still there in me I yelled again.
"If you think I liked it think again because that reminded me of David! David! Yeah think about that! And then you wouldn't stop beating him up and you know who you looked like?!" My voice was cracking every scream.
"You looked like David! It reminded me of when he beat me and you wouldn't stop no matter how hard I tried to fight you to leave or stop you wouldn't listen," my screams stopped and I was sobbing. Trying to drive with blurry eyes. I didn't feel bad for it though. Marcel knew what I thought about fighting it reminded me of David and he knew it. I don't care how much alcohol was in him.
I glanced at the clock on the dashboard. It was 9:30. I noticed the car was dead silent. Marcel had his head back against the headrest with his eyes squeezed shut while he ran his hands threw his hair. Zayn sat cowered back in his seat.
I parked in the space of the hotel. I leaned over to Marcel and took his wallet and ripping out the card that opened the hotel door. I grabbed it throwing the wallet at his chest hard and took the card marching inside making sure I slammed the door behind me.
