Cigarettes and Ashes

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the sound of the music blaring in the speakers made my heart beat faster than a bird's. it was my first time actually using the ID, i hadn't expected the bouncer to let me in, as i looked nothing like a twenty one year old. but he hardly glanced at me and let me in without hesitation.

i fish out money out of my pocket and get a drink. i hug myself and rub my arms up and down, everyone seems to be intoxicated and dancing like mad people and shouting and it just seemed a bit chaotic in there. i started feeling a little claustrophobic, even though these people were no where near me.

i take my shot of tequila and drink it in one gulp, my throat burning, but in a good way, and quickly bite on the lemon given. i was used to drinking as partying was a common thing for me. i badly need another drink, but i am out of enough money, and i let out a frustrated groan. funny when i've got way too much unwanted money to spend and when i actually want to spend it, i forget to bring it.

"two shots of tequila." a guy shouts over the loud music to the bartender. i take in his appearance, and he has those beards that make you absolutely crazy, and those blue eyes, that seem to change colour from different angles. he had a silky mop of wavy brunette hair, and seemed to constantly mess with it, running his fingers through his hair to smoothen it, and then shaking it to mess it up again. and then repeating.

"take a picture," his voice deep and those mysterious type, his breathe smells like whisky and smoke, "it'll last longer." fuck he's British. Bri-fucking-tish.

but soon after my weird fantasy, i realise I'm staring too long and that his sentence was addressed to me, and that i was still staring at him. "right," i say awkwardly, breaking eye contact with him and looking anywhere but at him, "i was just, um, uh." i stammer.

right then the bartender shows up with the drinks, and i have never felt more grateful. he shakes his head a little, smirking, and quickly drinks a shot of his drink, not even biting on the lemon.

he then slides the second shot to me, "you're welcome." he states and walks away. i stare at his retreating back, and watch as he takes out a pack of cigarettes and lights one, and little after blowing out a cloud of smoke from his mouth.

i drink the tequila quickly, and walk out of the club, not wanting to embarrass myself any further.

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i quietly enter the house using the back door, failing to climb the tree beside my room twice, and get into my room without suspicion. the two shots of tequila are of no use, my being still completely unaffected by the alcohol. i tuck myself in the bed, and like the other nights, it takes me forever to fall asleep, my mind clouded with memories with my mother, and strangely today, i think about the boy at the club today, and how he is the only guy i've seen in my whole seventeen years who seemed to look hot smoking a cigarette.

a.n : IM SO LATE TO UPDATING I APOLOGISE OMFG BUT IVE BEEN SOOOO BUSY WITH SCHOOL AND ECAs but i hope you like this chapter, make sure to vote and let me know what you think :)