♠ Dating a Player| Did I Mention I am one too? ♠

♠ Dating a Player| Did I Mention I am one too? ♠ {4}

Recap:

And I dragged him to the bar. I told the bar tender to get us a bottle of vodka and two shot glasses. After a few good ten minutes or so, I could tell he wanted to stop, but oh wells.

"Ugh, can we stop now?" He said, looking like he was about to throw up.

"Suurree. But you sure can hold yourrr liquuoorr." I said, taking another short of vodka. After that I then dragged him to the dance floor.

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???? POV

Monica then dragged me to the dance floor. She wasn't even walking straight when she dragged me. At first we were just dancing normally, but then as songs started to change one by one, Monica started to really do dirty dancing. I blushed and told her to stop, but she couldn't hear me cause of the loud music. Monica started to grind up on me. Crap! 'Okay that's it. I've had enough.' I thought.

I picked Monica up and lifted her to sit on a bar stool. "Okay that's it. We're just going to sit here until you want to go home." I said.

"Ehh? Whhhyy!? Gosh you're such a party pooper! I don't want to just sit around when you can have fun at a club!" She whined.

"It's like taking care of my little sister." I mumbled. "Okay, how about you tell me why you came to a club all alone?" I asked.

"What, a girl isn't allowed to go to a club?" She said.

"Well, I know how you act. You usually go to clubs when you want to forget something. Well that's what most people do anyways. So what's going on?" I told her.

"...okay first, how do you know me? I mean I could never ever forget a hot guy like you." Monica said.

"Don't worry about that, just tell me what's going on with your life first." I said.

She was silent for a while before saying anything. "Ugh, I hate my life! My mom is such a slut and doesn't give a crap about me! I keep having these past dreams or something! Then earlier today there was actually a guy who had the guts to scream at me and kiss me without my own permission!!!" She said sternly.

'Oh she must be talking about-'

Monica's POV

"And to top things off my mom is probably the whole reason I'm like this! I hate myself for following in her footsteps. She's lost it ever since my father left us. When I was in my second year of middle school I kept telling her that things will be okay. But aren't the parents suppose to comfort their kids?! Then things all turned upside down. My whole life was ruined by the time I was 13. Well people did say 13 is an unlucky number." I said with a sad look on my face.

"She kept bringing different men to our house every day. Some were younger than her. And right in front of me, she would do things that scarred me for life. And to get rid of my anger, I would constantly run away from home and flirt with guys just so I can feel better. How sad." I said.

"Uhm, you said earlier you fell into your mother's footsteps. Does that mean, you know, you sleep with every men, you flirt with...?" He asked.

"WHAT!? I am not a slut like my mother! At all!!! I barely sleep with them! I'm still a virgin!!! Well, I guess that's mostly all I have to tell you-Wait! Why am I telling you all this! I barely know who you are or what your name is!" I said.

"Well if you weren't drunk you would've known who I am by now. But I guess I'll have to tell you. Let's see, my name is... Rey." He said.

After he had said that I blacked out. 'I probably fainted because the booze took over completely or the shock that it was Rey.' I thought.

Rey's POV

After I told her what my name was, she fainted right into my lap.

"Well either it was quite a shock for her that it was me, or she's drunk enough to pass out." I mumbled.

"Guess I better take her home." I said. I then lifted Monica up and carried her in a princess hold. I carried her out of the club and into my car.

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Monica's POV

I woke up to the bright shining sun on my face. I stretched my arms out and yawned. I looked around and saw that I was in my room. 'Huh? How'd I get home?' I thought. Oh wells at least I'm home nice and safe. I turned towards my right and felt an arm...

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs!

I kept screaming and moving back and away from the person on my bed, until I hit the floor.

"Owww!" I said.

"Geez! Could you not scream that loud in the morning!? Thanks to you I have the worst hang over ever." He said.

I was so shocked. "Y-your G-g-g-gr-gr-gr...." I stuttered.

"Yeah, I'm Greg. You better get it straight and remember my name." He said with a grin on his face.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" I screamed again.

God what did I ever do to deserve this mess :( I promise to never ever be a bad girl again....