AN: BEWARE! Sexual content is towards the end of this scene. IF you are uncomfortable with such activity I advise you not to read the end and skip to the next chapter. :) Therefore, I'm cutting this chapter abruptly.....
This was the twenty time that I called Ariel and I was beginning to get pissed. Why the fuck wasn't she answering her phone?Maybe something horrible happened to her. Maybe she was just ignoring me. And that right there extremely upset me. Therefore, I grabbed my car keys and headed straight to the bar. By the time I got there it was crammed packed, but I didn't mind. I had to blow off steam. How could my fucking girlfriend ignore me on the most tragic day of my life? The anniversary of my mother's death. This caused for an excuse to get drunk out of my mind. As I was sitting on the stool on my fifth drink, I started to feel a buzz coming on. I then asked the bartender to pour me another shot of tequila. I needed to get shitfaced immediately. I didn't want the memories of my mother to haunt me for the rest of the night. As I continue to drink, I felt a warm body sit next to me. I jumped at the presence. I turned around to be face-to face to Tate. One of Ariel's best friend.
"Why isn't your friend answering her phone?"
"I don't know. She hasn't been answering my text either. But that's something she does on a regular."
"Well, she has never done that to me before."
"Well, there is a first time for everything."
This caused me to take another shot out of frustration. Whatever, fuck her. I'm going to head to the dance floor and find another girl. I then shot out of my seat and headed to it. Immediately, I found myself dancing to the rhythm of the music as joy consume me. Later, I found Tate dancing beside me too as we laugh at the freedom of life. We then headed back to the bar to drown down a couple of beers. Everything about this moment was exceptional. No thought of Ariel or even my mother crossed my mind tonight.
After a little while, Tate and I made our way to the bar once again to order a Sex on a Beach. Once we drown that, we called ourselves an Urber and headed to my place. My aunt and uncle weren't there at the moment, so we figured we bond at my house. While in the car, I found Tate invading my personal space. Maybe it was the alcohol in my system, but him being near sent sparks up my arms. It was as if the space between us was electrifying.
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BitterSweet (Editing){Complete}
Romance"Life is bittersweet... But the further you travel the less it will become bitter and the more it will be sweet. Bittersweet." Ariel. It's an ironic name considering she wasn't a mermaid that was anywhere close to getting her happy ending. Pleas...
