"We'll do it." Those three words triggered the start of this entire adventure. It's amazing how those three words meant so much to this.
Why Luke agreed?
Beats me.
Did I take anyone's advice?
No one gave me any.
I made my way through the crowd of people, busy dancing onto another. I walked up to the mini bar standing in the corner, ordering a drink.
"Okay, will that be all?" The teen asked.
"Yeah," I mumble, setting down the cash on the wooden table. "Thanks."
He raised an eyebrow, "What's a pretty girl like you doing alone here?"
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"Just needed a break, I guess." I replied with a shrug. "Get away from stuff, this is the closest I could get."
He nodded, putting the shots down in front of me. Before I could reach out to them, he quickly warned, "I wouldn't go so fast, I don't think you wanna visit this place's bathroom."
I let out a small laugh, "Thanks for the info."
"What's your name?"
"Lauren, you?"
"Cameron," he threw white dish rag over his broad shoulder. "I think I recognize you from somewhere -- I can't get it off the tip of my head but-"
I interrupted him, "Lauren Jauregui. Fifth Harmony, Worth It, and other crap."
His lips pursed into a thin line, muttering softly, "That's not it."
"Lauren Jauregui." He repeated, walking around the corner to take the empty seat beside me.
"Did you go to Jefferson High?" I nodded as he smiled, slapping his hand on the table. "That's it! You were the smart ass student who was in almost every club."
"That's on odd way of remembering me." I scoffed, chugging down another few ounces of liquor.
"You're in that girl group from X Factor right?"
"Yeah, Fifth Harmony. I just mentioned them a minute ago!" I laughed, hitting his shoulder lightly.
"Sorry, Jauregui." He gets up from the chair, "Tell me if you need anything else, I needa get back to work."
I nodded, "Bye, Cameron."
He disappeared into the crowd of teens and adults drunk off their ass. I smiled at the thought of working here. Delivering drinks, cleaning up puke, dealing with obnoxious bastards. How does he do it?
I turned back to the shots laid out in front of me, the smile on my face dimmed. I sighed, taking the alcohol one by one. After they were gone, in my stomach, the effects seemed to turn on.
I don't know what I was doing. My mind was controlling me. It was doing things I wouldn't dare to do if I was sober.
I called up Greene. I managed to slur out, "Me and Luke aren't doing the project anymore, Camila and Calum are enough, bye."
To Justin:
I'm breaking up with you.
To Rena:
Fuck you.
To Luke:
I love you. Don't talk to me ever again, I know you don't feel the same way, its gona be real embarrassing for mee I'm calling off the projecttt Camila and Cal can do it, that'll be enough publicity..
Everything else that happened was a blur. My mind took over, doing things I don't even know. I wasn't very anxious to get to tomorrow, so I lived up that night.
And I also got some publicity out of it.
(btw yes ik the message to luke is a bit wrong but she's drunk remember??)
