Chapter 22

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"Stella?" I say in taking a step backwards

"Yep. You miss me Austin?" she says seductively and inches closer to me

My head is pounding from the alcohol. My eyes aren't focusing properly making her appear three times. What is she doing here?

"No." I mumble in response

She is definitely going to take advantage of my drunken state. She was the girl that was pouring my drinks. How did I not notice?

"Oh I know you do." she purrs into my ear

She grabs me by my collar and presses her body against mine. I try to push her away but she won't move. I groan in frustration, and wonder where the hell Zach is.

"What are you thinking about Austin?" she asks smiling devilishly

"Why I even came here."

"Oh but you don't want to stay in that hospital with that loser girlfriend do you?" she says

Her words stir anger inside of me and I wish I could just hit her. Who does she think she is calling Mickenna a loser? Stella is - is, I can't believe I'm thinking this - she's a slut. A complete utter slut! And she thinks she is better than Mickenna! Mickenna, who has always been there, Mickenna who helped me through everything, Mickenna who deals with hate everyday, and Mickenna, the poor girl who's in a fucking coma. The ringing in my ears gets louder with each second. And I am so close to exploding.

"She is not a loser and I love her!" I say loudly only to make my head hurt more

"How do you even know she's in the hospital anyways?" I ask holding my head

"Everyone knows. It's all over social media." she replies still pressed against me

"Zach!" I yell

Stella's hand covers my mouth and she says, "Why are you calling for Zach? He's just as drunk as you are."

Dave where are you? He should be here but he's not. Why do I have a bodyguard if he's not even going guard me?

"And that bodyguard of yours is a little…occupied at the moment." she reads my thoughts

"So what are you going to do with me? What do you want?"

"I want what I never got before."

"Are you talking about sex?" I ask getting worried

"What else would I be talking about?" she licks her lips

I try to nudge her away from me but she inches closer to me.

"No. I don't feel that way about you." I say angrily

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