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Later chikas...
Life sucks.
Two words that I've used countless times in the seventeen years that I've been alive on this earth. As the average teenager, many things are a struggle from over-bearing parents to clingy girlfriends, yet this seemed to take a top spot of the 'Shit hit the fan' list.
Playing football has always been my dream, of course after inheriting my parents multi-million dollar company, and somehow I let it slip right through my grasp.
All because of one girl.
Being the idiotic little lovesick puppy I was, I fell right into her trap of sex and seduction which ultimately lead to the ruin of my future football career. I was lured into a trap and I could do nothing about it.
I was helpless.
The stench of alcohol and vomit caught my undivided attention, making me want to empty my lunch onto the floor. People were dancing, more like grinding, on the makeshift dancefloor, the kitchen counter was filled with an arrangement of alcohol that made my head spin with excitement.
The only way to forget about the amount of crap going get on in your life, is to down as much alcohol as you can.
Pushing my way through the crowd of sweaty bodies, I made my towards my saviour known as alcohol.
Time to get drunk as fuck.
Before I could reach it, I was pulled aside into a dark hallway by an unknown person. Before the person could trap me between the wall and their body, I gripped onto their wrist with my free hand and shoved them roughly against the opposite wall.
I held their wrists tightly above their head in my right hand, while I felt their face to identify if it was a girl or guy, when I felt an intense pain shoot through my entire left arm starting from my fingers.
"Ahhh!"
The scream left my mouth before I could stop and I'm not proud to say that it was anything but manly.
The bitch had bitten my hand!
Growling in anger, I yanked the unknown person towards my body which caused their breath to hitch. I froze in shock and anger as I realised who I had pressed against my body.
She smelt like lilac as usual, which comforted me yet made me suddenly angry.
I was so pathetic.
This girl had such an effect on me it baffled me, I was basically a lovesick puppy around her and that made me feel weak.
I hate feeling weak.
Yanking her harshly away from my body in a haste to clear the fog in my head that seemed to be her intoxicating scent.
"Eric...c-can we please talk?"
The slight stutter in her sentence didn't go unnoticed by me which caused me to internally smirk at making her nervous. She was so confident in the eyes of others yet when she talked for me, it's like she forgets how to form a single word.
"No y-you can not." I taunted her childishly in which she reacted by scowling.
"You don't have to be an asshole 'bout it." She stated coldly, immediately gaining her confidence.
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