Crushing on my Bully? (A Zerkaa Fanfiction) COMPLETED

Chapter 38

-Amy's Pov-

The club stereo was pounding as I took another shot of vodka, feeling it burn against the back of my throat, but was pleased with how it made me feel.

I turned beside me, seeing Simon stare at me wide eyed. "How can you do that many shots?" He exclaimed, taking a sip of his water.

"It gets easier everytime." I slurred with my drunken words. "How come your not drinking?"

"You need a ride home after this, don't you?" He laughed, trying to shout out over the music.

"Just text Josh to go pick us up in a little bit, but come on." I said, yanking on his arm. "You have to have some fun."

I saw him fighting himself on this, but he eventually gave in, with him shouting at the bartender to get his attention. "Yes sir?" He said, cleaning out his glass.

"Get me a couple shots of vodka please." He smirked, turning his gaze onto me. "Your on, Savage."

He pulled up his phone and texted Josh. "He will be on his way in an hour, so let's enjoy what we have here."

The bartender laid 3 shots of vodka on the counter and smiled. "Tell me if you need more." He said before walking off.

I gave him a sloppy kiss on the cheek, before he took the first shot, forced it down his system, which made his squeeze his eyes shut and scrutch up his nose.

"Got your first one." I smirked. "Now you just have to finish as many as I did. I got 7 Minter."

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By the end of the competition, I ran victorious, but drunk as hell, and I couldn't stand on my two feet.

We were both really drunk, and I couldn't feel a single thing, which felt weird.

Everything in my vision was hazy and I couldn't make anything out with the bright party lights shooting in every direction.

Simon tried to stay close to me, but he kept failing with how much he was stumbling.

We sat at a couch, just talking and messing around, and I kept laughing uncontrollably at nothing.

Simon chuckled slightly, as he kept touching my face with his hands.

"You have a pretty face. You kinda look like my girlfriend Amy." He slurred.

I laughed again, playfully hitting his side. "I am your girlfriend."

"Oh." He laughed before kissing my cheek. "I love you."

I saw another girl sit beside us with a tequila shot in her hand, but she seemed a lot older than us, and she rubbed her hand onto Simon's shoulder.

He turned around. "Yeah?" He spoke in a deep voice.

"Your cute." She mumbled, as she took the shot and started to lean onto him.

Simon tried scrambling to me, but she was already sitting on his lap. "Want to go have some fun?" She whispered, leaning up close to Simon's face. She reeked of the smell of her drink and it made me more nauseous than I had already felt.

Simon sloppiness of his drunken state failed to get her off, and he looked at me in fear.

I gritted my teeth together and had anger in my eyes. "You better get your bitch hands off of my man before my hands smack you."

She scanned me up and down in disgust. "Your his?" She scoffed in my face. "Looks like you have been hit by a truck."

"Well, you look like you were the author of the bible." I spoke, still with my words slurring.

I saw her eyes show anger as she pushed me off of the couch and started to kiss Simon on the lips.

I picked myself up, and brushed the dirt off my clothes. Simon looked like a fish as he flopped about, trying to get the slut off of him.

Still barely being able to stand, I grabbed the cloth of her dress and yanked the girl to the ground. "Don't you dare try to rub against my man." I shouted before taking my seat next to Simon.

She looked at me, yet she was getting revenge. She wiped her jaw, and spat on my shoes. "Do you want to go?" She screamed over the roaring music.

I rolled my eyes, unimpressed with her. "Your old bones wouldn't last a second against me. And I wouldn't want to make you miss your nap at the retirement home." I said, wrapping my arm around Simon.

"Come here bitch." She shouted, yanking my arm pulling me up into a punch into the stomach.

She knocked the wind out of me, and I held onto my stomach in pain. "Why don't we give the bitch a nice little bitchslap?" I whimpered, before getting the strength to slap her right across the face.

I wasn't aware the entire club was focused on the fight as I could hear the screaming and shouting of excitement when I slapped her. I was surprised that nobody broke up the fight yet.

Simon was trying to stand himself up, and he grabbed onto my shirt to help gain the balance he needed. "Amy, why don't we go?" He whispered in my ear.

"This bitch hasn't gotten what she deserved." I said looking back at him, and then kicked the girl in the shin, causing her to fall to the ground.

Before I could jump her, I felt a pair of strong hands wrap around my waist and I could tell they weren't Simon. "AMY!" They said behind me.

I turned and saw Josh, staring at me in disbelief. "What? She was getting a bit frisky with Simon and then said I looked like I was in the aftermath of a truck accident." I slurred.

"Do you not know who this is?" He shouted, obviously disappointed in me. "Out of everyone to go after." He whispered to himself.

I saw the woman on the ground begin to pick herself up slowly. "Joshua, don't listen to this selfish bitch. She threatened me." She said as Josh helped her up.

"You know this piece of shit?" I shouted.

"Yes Amy. She is my aunt." He said sternly.

÷A/N÷

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