TOXIC · Justin Foley

86 (Reality)

Justin's POV

I had been shamelessly staring at Zenobia the entire night, trying to comprehend how fucking stupid I was for letting such a vibrant woman slip through my fingertips. When her lips met mine for the first time in what felt like ages, I was ready to burst and beg for her forgiveness but then she pulled away, all smiles and ran upstairs to fucking rich boy Bryce.

Jessica had definitely gotten the message that I was no longer into her, no matter how hard I tried to convince myself that I was and stormed off a few minutes ago. This left me with the company of my phone as I pointlessly scrolled through my instagram feed, an unendurable feeling of vexation spreading through me as I saw Bryce and Zenobia's pictures. I wasted no time in getting to my feet, ready to storm upstairs just as she descended downstairs.

"Zenobia!"

"Justyyy." She trailed her fingertips down my neck, obviously coked up.

"You need to stop, let's get you back to your apartment." My tone was authoritative, I needed to get her out of this toxic environment. 

"You're such a player hater." 

"A wh-, never mind. Let's just get you out of here."

"How about this? If you climb out of the top floor window and scale the house to the other window, I won't do coke for the entire night."

"And if I don't do it?"

"You have to be my limpy pig." Fuck, she knew our little inside joke would embarrass the fuck out of me.

"Fine." 

"Wait!" She exclaimed. "Do it in your underwear and I won't do coke for a week."

Her words caused me to strip, catching everyone's attention as Zenobia loudly filled the party in on our wager before leading me and everyone to the very top of Bryce's mansion.

I stepped out of the window, shivering as the glacial air hit me. I carefully got onto the edge of the balcony, attempting to stretch over to the other balcony before getting down and stepping back inside; much to everyone, especially Zenobia's, disappointment. 

"You didn't do it!" She exclaimed, a beer bottle in her hand.

"It's high!" 

"But you let me down."

"You couldn't do it, it's fucking high." Why the fuck did I say that? I knew that challenging look on her face.

She used one hand to unclip the back of her indigo sleeveless dress, allowing it to drop to the floor and exposing her black lace bra with a little bow in the middle and her matching panties. She sashayed past me, shoving the bottle into my hands before effortlessly doing what I failed to do. The crowd applauded her as she sauntered back in through the other window, twirling strands of her auburn locks around her fingers as she circled me.

"What are you?"

"A limpy pig." I muttered under my breath/

"What?"

"I'm your little limpy pig." I said louder this time.

"That's right, limpy pig. Now it's time to pay a forfeit, what you got?"

"I've got my little limpy pig dance." I proceeded to do the embarrassing dance I invented one day to make her laugh when she had bad cramps, the entire room laughing at me and although the circumstances were horrible, hearing her laugh again brought a light to my life that I had been missing since I fucked up.