The Bad Boy I Met On Christmas Eve [✔]

18

I woke up this morning feeling super hungover. Seems like my liver hadn't done a good job of detoxification.

Since today is a Saturday, though, I decided to just stay home and play some video games.

My xbox was in my room so that helped wonders. Plus, all my discs are in my bedside drawer.

"Hmm..." I mumbled, running a finger through and scanning for a game. "Ah, Grand Theft Auto."

"Bro, did you come home late last night?" my sister's head popped through my slightly ajar door just as I put the disc in and got the setup loading.

I shrugged. "Maybe."

"You don't usually come home at 1am, Alex. Where have you been? You reek of alcohol!" she eyed me suspiciously as she made her way in and plopping herself down on my bed beside me.

"At Everest's."

"Oh brother, you know he's just trying to gather people for his all-men liquor parties. Also, I heard some guy named Brock reels people in to 'bring out the gay in them'," Alexa whispered.

"Yes, I was fully aware of that after yesterday, sis. Now will you just leave me alone? Your presence is lagging my xbox system."

Alexa looked at me but I didn't look back. She sighed and nodded. "Fine."

Once my sister left my room, I rolled my eyes. She was younger than me but so naggy. And by younger, I mean she came out of our mother five minutes after me.

The screen finally loaded and as I started throwing grenades at random people chilling on the beach, lots of thoughts about last night filled my mind.

Damn, did I really just give Lionel my number? And why didn't I tell anyone I had a girlfriend? How many people did I kiss, anyway? And how much did I even drink?!

I switched my weapon to an AK-47 and started a rapid fire at more random people, this time in a cafe.

If you didn't play GTA, you're really missing out. This was such a great way to vent your anger on humans. You actually have to be at least 18 to play this, but I had my parents buy it for me so it wasn't an issue at the gaming shop.

"Boom boom! You're going down, lady!" I yelled, pressing the buttons on my controller furiously to run forward at full speed.

The woman in her light pink dress screamed and I was about to shoot her when my phone rang.

I cursed as the woman ran away and I picked up my phone roughly, annoyed at whoever called and determined to shut them up.

"HELLO?!" I shouted.

There were sobs on the other end. I softened my tone and tried again. "Hello?"

"Al-Alex?" the person - girl, to be precise - on the other end whispered. "Can you come over?"

Oh dear. I knew I sorta messed up by shouting. "Dalanie? Sorry for shouting, princess. I really didn't mean to. What's wrong, my pretty girl? I'll be over in ten."

"Thank you, Al."

Not bothering to turn my console off, I put down the controller, grabbed my black leather jacket and ran to the garage to get my Harley Davidson all ready to go.

"I'll be there soon, Dal. Don't worry princess," I muttered, ferociously revving the engine.

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