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"And there's no remedy for memory,

your face is like a melody, it won't leave my mind."

Axel's POV:

Another night was spent at an unknown girls bed. I was getting tired of this, but I didn't need anything else, that was everything I wanted.

I turned to look at the girl that was sleeping next to me this time. Her honey hair was spread all over the pillow and her makeup was smudged all around her face. She looked like the rest. Skinny, with long legs. That was everything I needed. The sheets were barely covering her naked body. I felt my phone vibrating on the nightstand next to the bed, reaching out I grabbed the phone and looked at the message that appeared on the screen.

Jack: yo go to the store and grab some food because we ran out of it.

I rolled my eyes as I read the message. The girl next to me seemed to have woken up and her hand was now roaming over my exposed chest.

She leaned in and placed a light kiss on the side of my neck. "I didn't expect you to be here," she purred into my ear.

Letting out a low chuckle I turned my head to look at the girl, her blue eyes were lifeless. "This is the last time you're seeing me, sweetheart," I said with a smirk as I watched her smile drop. I pushed her hands off of me and stood up from the bed. She didn't say a word when I grabbed my things and left. It was easy.

The trip to the store was short, but fucking pissed me off. Why are people so blind? Couldn't that bastard of a so-called best friend go to the motherfucking store alone and get whatever he wanted? To say I'm mad is an understatement. And that timid little girl, who the fuck did she think she is?

Finally, I got back to the house. As I walked inside I was met by Jack's shouts, "Where's the food?" He speed walked out of the kitchen and to the door.

I glared at him and shoved the bags of food into his greedy hands. "You owe me big time," I said with annoyance. He just grinned and literally fucking skipped to the damn kitchen. I went to my bedroom and took my laptop as I decided to not go to work today.

"We are going to a party, get dressed Rav," said Jack as he ran into my room and went straight to my wardrobe. What the fuck is that dude on? For real, he's always too damn energized.

Thirty minutes later we were all ready and in the taxi. We were both getting smashed so there was no point in taking one of our cars.

The house was full of teenagers. Not what I expected. I glared at Jack while he just shrugged, ignoring my glare. Glancing around the room I noticed where the kitchen is and I headed towards it. There was alcohol all over the counters, funny enough it wasn't cheap beers.

The party was heating up, but I was getting tired of it so I decided to get out and breathe some fresh air. The night was cool and the air outside thankfully didn't smell like sweat and vomit. Turning to my right I saw the blind girl that pissed me off in the store. "Hey," I yelled and walked towards her as she kneeled down. She didn't look great at all so I kneeled down as well next to her, "Are you okay?" I put my arm around her just in time to catch her before she passed out. "Fucking shit," I mumbled as I picked her up in bridal style and hurried into the house.

The minute I entered the house a blonde girl approached me and her eyes widened at the sight of the girl in my arms. "What the fuck did you do to my best friend?" She glared at me.

"I didn't do shit to her, she passed out outside." I rolled my eyes, "She should really count her drinks."

The feisty blonde narrowed her eyebrows "That's weird, she didn't even drink that much," she turned around and headed towards the stairs, "Let's take her upstairs."

I followed her as she walked into a white bedroom. Slowly I put the passed out girl on the bed. "You can go now, I'll take care of Flora." So that's her name. "Wait a minute, you're the asshole from the store, aren't you?" Blondie raised her eyebrows before glaring at me some more while I just let out a low chuckle.

"Your friend should be more accurate." I nodded my head towards Flora. "But you're welcome, blondie." And with that, I walked out of the room.

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