I finished dressing up in my halter crop top and my bleached shorts, with my white converses topped on my feet. Connor opened the door with his red and white 3/4 sleeved shirt.
"You ready?" He asked as he rested his elbows against the frame of the door with the key ring on his index finger. "I'm coming! I'll just add my lipstick then I'll be going!" I grabbed my dark brown matte lipstick and swiped it on my lips, later pressing them against each other.
I left the bedroom, grabbed my phone and ran outside to the garage where Connor's car was parked. I opened the passenger's seat doot and nudged myself in. "Where are we going again?" I asked.
"Italliani's." He sighed, making me chuckle afterwards. He started the engine and drove to the driveway.
"Um, about a while ago.." I mumbled.
"That was, quite fun actually."
"Yeah, it was. My head still hurts after hitting the bedframe." He snickered, making me laugh. "It was your first time, wasn't it?" I asked as I propped my chin on the palm of my hand.
"Mhm. Obviously, didn't you see me doing weird shit?" He asked as I nodded in response. "Oh c'mon, everything you do is weird shit-weird shit that I love."
"That's so cheesy." His chuckle escaped his mouth. "Hey! At least I said something nice, unlike you." I mumbled at the end.
"What?" Connor looked at me. "Nothing! Just look at the road." I say as a smirk appeared on his face.
"You little shit." He stopped his car in front of a red light tickled me. "Wah! Stop!" I laughed as his fingers kept tickling my belly. "Connor go!" I yelled as he placed his hands back to the steering wheel.
"God, I hate you so much." I chuckled out. "Yeah, I hate you too. But I love you more."
"Shut up, you're so cheesy!" I say as I continued to prop my head on my hand. "I know. You told me that a while ago." Connor looked at me and smiled. I tutted and smiled back at him.
"So, how's your boys?" I asked with my eyes invested on him. "They're fine, I guess. I mean they did get in the same college as we did, but they took Computer Science." He explained as he turned the steering wheel to the right to make a turn.
"Really? That's so unbelievable." I muttered. "Yeah, well ask them how they did that."
• • •
Connor stopped the car, later hopping off to enter the restaurant. "Table for two, please." Connor said as the waitress led the both of us to a table sandwiched between two sofas. She handed over the menu and grabbed out a pen of paper.
I opened the menu, exposing the choices we could choose. I slid my finger down the laminated surface, reading every single item on the menu. "I'll just have the Four Cheese penne." I said as she took it down. "I'll have carbonara." Connor said as he closed the menu, blowing the air to his face.
"Drinks?" She asked as she grabbed both our menus. "Root beer and you'll have, watermelon shake?" I nodded in response. "That's all." He said as the waitress left.
I propped my head on the palm of my hand and smirked at him. "You remember my favorite shake." I muttered as Connor chuckled.
"Of course I do. It's your signature drink." I chuckled.
"Where are we going after?" I asked. "Bar."
• • •
After paying, Connor and I stood up and left the restaurant, later hopping back into the car and driving to the bar.
• • •
As we left the car, we heard the music blasting out of the walls. We opened the door and the music beamed through my ears. We were offered a few drinks served in shot glasses, so why not?*
After taking five shots, I felt drunk already. We walked to the bar and ordered some vodka shots, later buying cans of beer. After about what it felt like a minute, I couldn't find Connor anywhere. I yelled his name, but wasn't there.
I walked to the dance floor, later going to the bathroom but still wasn't there. I later found him sat on a stool, with his tongue smothering all over this girl's face.
At this point, I bottled enough rage and anger. I walked up to him and slapped him on the face.
Ugh, I have had enough shit.
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*please do not drink offered drinks to you. it may have poison.
i had to rewrite ugh
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Anxious Player
RomanceKatherine Bridgestone, a player with extreme anxiety. She couldn't live off one second without having any anxious thoughts. They would always swirl around her mind. This was a huge problem when she enters a relationship with a boy. For the past 15 y...