Caught By The Bad Boys

Chapter Fifty: The Creepy Fortune Teller

Thank you marshmellowpoof for this collage it's amazing!

Song: Somebody Else

Artist: The 1975

The Creepy Fortune Teller

Levi P.O.V

Gathering a huge amount of spit, I tilted my head back, lunged forward and spat on the ground. I let out chuckle as I stared at it. It was mixed with blood and saliva making me shake my head.

Asshole can't punch properly that's what. I recalled the random guy punching me because I was making out with his girlfriend. Yet he punches me? He should go all ape sh*t on her for coming onto me.

I shook my head feeling bored as I walked down the streets of Chicago city. Never am I walking in this city at night again, lights are too f*cking bright.

I continued walking as I sipped the little remains of my beer bottle. I saw the familiar sculpture up ahead and started to walk towards it.

I stared at my reflection through the Cloud Gate and I could see the lifeless look on my face. The beer bottle dangled beside me as I crouched, inching closer to get a better look of myself.

My hair were in all directions, the cut from the other night fading because I didn't want a band aid on, eyes were bloodshot and droopy not to mention the bruise on my cheek from that fight.

I suddenly straightened my posture as I stared at myself. I gripped the beer bottle in my head as I raised it and threw it against the sculpture. The stinging noise of the bottle hitting against the structure made my jaw clench as I watched it all shatter to the ground.

I looked straight ahead as I began to walk through the Cloud Gate. Thank goodness I was wearing combat boots as the glass crushed under my shoes. Once I was under it I crouched down and rested on my back.

I gazed up and just took everything in. A sudden chillness brushed against my body, making goose bumps penetrate on my arms. I don't know what happened to my jacket, now I'm f*cking freezing in this muscle tank top.

I raised my left arm and stared at it. Right below my wrist was a small whole where they injected me. I ran my fingers over it and nervously bit my lip. I didn't mean for it to happen, thank goodness it only happened once. Yet that one time f*cking ruined everything.

I quickly got up and dusted myself off and began jogging through the city, searching for the familiar building. Once I reached my destination I gazed up at the stairs.

They still haven't built a f*cking elevator for this place?

I cursed under breath as I began walking up the stairs. My head started to spin the further I walked up. Sh*t I shouldn't have jogged. I then felt my tummy twist as something lurked up my throat.

I leaned over the fifth flight of stairs as everything I had from the party came hurling out. I made gagging noises as I tried to get everything out. I looked down to see the massive puddles of barf on the stairs and walls.

I let out a hoarse groan as I continued to walk until I got to the seventh floor. I strolled to the old wooden door that read 38 and started to bang on it. After a few attempts it flew open with an exhausted Keene staring at me.

"Dude what the hell are you doing here? It's like..." he croaked out looking over his shoulder. "Late."

"Well hello to you too." I said walking in.

Keene scrunched his nose up as I walked past him and into his apartment. I flopped down on his coach and took the scent of his pillow in.

"You smell like sh*t." he said from the kitchen.