Promise: A Lionel Messi Fanfic

|~Chapter 3~|

Chapter 3

¥¥ Adaliz's POV ¥¥

November 18, 2010
London, England

I pulled on a black leather skirt and white tanktop, which I tucked into my skirt. I began applying mascara and eyeliner with a tint of bright red lipstick. I took my hair out of my bun and began straightening it quickly. Lastly, I slipped into my black pumps.

I looked in the mirror and made a slight grin. I was pleased with my appearance and made a small humph before I began to walk out the door. I grabbed my car keys then locked the door to my apartment. The clicks of my heels kept clicking as I approached my car and eventually entered into it.

I let out a quick sigh and started my car up and took off to the closest bar nearby. About 10 minutes later, I pulled into a parking lot of the bar "Guzzie's Bar". I licked my lips and fixed my skirt before I exited my car and entered the bar.

The smell of the bar hit me hard. Alcohol and vomit. I clenched my teeth and let out a groggy cough.

"Damn, baby! Nice ass!" A guy's voice drunkly slurred, slapping my round ass and gripping it.

I made a small squeak and hopped forward and the guy laughed. I glared at him and threw my light brown hair back. A heavy frown crawled onto my face because I was thinking about Lawrence. I was no longer sad, but now pissed off. I stormed off to the bar area with the drinks and sat down in one of the red spiny chairs.

"Beer?" I asked politely, wiping a bead of sweat off my brow.

The bartender nodded and grabbed a beer from the fridge. He slung it over to me and I popped the cap open. I let out a heavy sigh and began chugging the cold beer down my throat. I finished the alcohol filled drink and asked for another. The bartender nodded politely again and tossed me another.

The routine continued for about 3 more times. Sling, pop, chug, sling, pop, chug, sling, pop, chug. My mind was already spinning and I could feel the tears flow into my eyes.

"Like I just don't understand," I weeped, "why he would cheat on me. Like I did nothing wrong. I was a good girlfriend. I didn't make him mad and I did everything he asked."

The flirty bartender listened and showed fake compassion towards me and acted like he cared. He didn't care however and he just wanted to get laid which I wouldn't let happen. I did, however, continue to sob about my life story to him.

"I just don't understand," I cried out, burying my face in my small white hands.

"I completely understand how you're feeling."

The bartender had electric blue eyes and dark brown hair with a dashing smile and great bone structure. I wasn't interested though because just reading his facial expression, I could tell he was a f*ckboy.

Ding, ding, ding!

The little bar bell rang as a new customer entered. I turned around to see the new alcohol consumer and it turned out to be a guy. He looked about my age maybe slightly older with dark brown eyes and dark brown hair. He wasn't insanely tall but he wasn't insanely short. He was a good height. The guy walked into the bar looking triumphant as if he had just won a golden medal and came to show it off. He glanced around the bar and then his eyes landed on me and they stopped wandering. I swallowed a lump in my throat and turned my attention back to the bartender.