My mistake (l.t.)

8.

I stumbled into the door, the hard frame smashing against my head. I stepped back, rubbing my temple, only to see my best friend laughing her ass off.

"How much did you have tonight?" she asked between giggles.

"I stopped counting," I laughed sending us both into a roll of uncontrollable tears of laughter. she opened to door and held it open for me to walk through first. Once inside I threw my purse into the couch only to have Katlynne come up behind me and put it on the coat rack.

"Now I will not have you be throwing up on any if my furniture so you better grab a waste basket and carry it around with you" she warned and I laughed. She gave me a glare but I didn't stop.

"You know they're called trash cans not fucking fancy waste baskets. When it's made out of solid gold or food then it can be allow to have that name." I slurred,chuckling, thinking my pun was so funny.

"I understood non of that," she admitted with a laugh.

"You laugh too much," I complain.

"You smell weird," she referred a quote from a movie and stuck her tongue out at me.

"I think I new to lay down and sleep it off," I suggested and Katlynne nodded. she guided me up to my room. once we got there I stripped off my clothes and found a clean pair of pyjamas to wear. my head was swirling an I swear Katlynne had more then one head.

I giggled and she rolled her eyes. " I am never letting you drink again," she promised herself. I gave her a pouty face and she handed me a trash can in return. "use it," she ordered.

the door slowly squeaked as she closed the door behind her and I was left alone with y thoughts of Louis and the way he acted tonight. was he drunk, I thought? no I didn't smell alcohol on him. then why would he do something like to me?

my mind was trying to put his actions into reason but failed. the way his lips trailed down my neck, sucking on the skin. I moved my hand to my neck to connect the touch with me memory and felt a bump on the skin by my chin. no fucking way.

I ran to the bathroom and turned towards a mirror. A red bump began to form on my neck. it was very sensitive when I touched it, making sure it was real.

where the hell did he get the idea it's okay to give a girl you don't know a love bite? he was drunk I just couldn't smell the alcohol I decided as I tucked myself back in and turned off my lamp.

Katlynne's point of view

The drive to work was dreadful as always. traffic is a big jerk and pedestrians always seem to think no matter the situation that they have the right away when they actually don't. I finally pulled up to the store and went around back into a alleyway where there is staff parking. I grabbed my leather purse lying by my heels and slid through the door. glass windows separated each cubby if an desk area. I'm so glad I do t have to work in the "snake pit" which is the nickname we gave for some reason I'm not sure of. I found my large office ad sat down at y desk. my assistant, Emme, who I'd help get this job since me and her were really close friends in middle school and high school, walked in and handed me my normal latte.

"What do you have for me today?" I smiled at her.

"Well good morning to you too," she placed her hands on her hips.

"My apologies, what do you have for me today?" I stuck my tongue out at her.

"Well you have a few calls from Karell wanting the new cover for Ellie and a visitor is asking for you," she turned her body and pointed to a young man waiting impatiently by the front office. He turned his face towards me. Louis? what is he doing here? "Ah yeah sure send him in real quick and tell Karell ill fax it to her today," I nodded at her and she left the room and signalled Louis to come in.

He walked in nervously, slowing closing the door behind him.

"I'm not going to bite, unlike you," I lifted an eyebrow at him, referring to the love bite I'm sure had surfaced my now and his cheeks went pink.

"She told you about that?" he voice was mixed with anticipation and fear.

"Didn't have to, it was quite the scene."

"I'm sure you love watching," he smirked.

"What do you want?" I asked, trying to get off the topic. I hated anything that had the word sex or anything dirty in it, I grew up that way I guess.

His eyes continued to avoid mine as I asked he question again. He cleared his throat a little before speaking. "I,ah, I was wondering why Kim wasn't here today"

"She doesn't work here Louis, she was just filling in for another model that was sick. she works at a art gallery," I told him and his eyes glistened. "the one two blocks down?"

"Yea...." I cautiously answered. He then got up thanked me and left.

"Louis!" I called as he was about to shut the door, "learn our accent, you live in America now," I smiled and he rolled his eyes but didn't have a comeback for me.

( just want to let you guys know ill be double updating today!!! ilyall and please comment and vote what you thought)