Guns & Roses

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Jason's POV

I got psycho home without her murdering any females that looked my way and I couldn't help but laugh. I suppose I shouldn't judge because I'm sure if any guy breathed around my kitten I would probably rip his balls out with both of my hands. Now Azalea was in our room putting away the clothes we bought today and I couldn't help but smile at the thought of her. Don't turn soft, dumb ass. I thought but I still couldn't wipe the smile off my face. She's perfect.

Chaz flopped down on the couch beside me and said, “Are you going to the club tonight?”

“Yeah, I think Azalea and I are going to make an appearance.” I said that goofy grin still on my face.

“Kay.” Chaz said before disappearing somewhere in the house.

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Azalea's POV

I stood in front of the mirror observing my appearance, making sure everything was perfect. My light brown hair was straightened to perfection and my make-up was done in a smokey style. I decided to wear a black crop top that said F*ck With Me in red letters and a pair of white ripped skinny jeans. Because my belly button was showing I decided to make Jason happy and wear the 'J' belly button ring. Now I was debating what shoes to wear.

“Kitten! Hurry up!” Jason called from downstairs and I decided the black stilettos are the way to go. I slipped them on and slowly descended from the stairs, these things are tall as fuck. Jason held on to my arm when I started to fall and I laughed. “Let's go kitten.” He said as he ushered me into the garage.

“Can I pick what car we go in?” I asked giving him a huge grin.

“Sure.” He said standing beside me as we observed the cars. I pointed to the chrome Fisker and looked at Jason with big eyes. “That one? Good choice.” He said opening the passenger's side door for me and I slipped into the car, putting my seat belt on. Safety first.

Jason intertwined our fingers as we pulled out of the drive-way and zoomed down the road. What the fuck are you doing, Azalea? This motherfucker kidnapped you and you're going out partying with him? Hell yeah. I laughed at my thoughts causing Jason to look at me and start laughing. “Do you laugh to yourself often?” He asked as he kept his focus on the road.

I shrugged and said, “I guess.” I played with the radio changing it to a station playing Only Girl by Rihanna. I sang along to the music and tried to do some little dance, failing miserably. Jason and I laughed and before I knew it we were pulling into the parking lot of a packed building with music streaming out of it.

Jason used valet and got out the car before I had a chance to, shooting the guy working the valet a dirty look when he tried to open the door for me. “Back off.” He muttered before handing the other guy working the valet a hundred dollar bill and saying, “Don't scratch my car.” The guy nodded furiously before taking the keys from Jason.

We walked into the club skipping everyone in line and not having to show our I.D. Jason lead me up on to a balcony where a row of booths sat and we lead us to one where a group of people sat. A majority of the group was guys with some hoes. “Hey man.” Chaz said doing that man handshake thing with Jason before giving me a half wave which I returned.

“Let's do shots, bitches!” Khalil yelled and Jason gave him a challenging look.

“I bet I can do more than you.” He said pulling out a hundred dollar bill. How much money does he have?

“I bet I can drink more of all of you combined.” I challenged giving them a smirk.

“Oh damn. I accept that challenge.” Khalil said and a few other said that they were in. Jason, Khalil, and I all sat around in the booth with ten shots in front of each one of us. “One, two, three.” Khalil yelled.

We all starting throwing back our heads as we poured the liquid down our throats. It burned like a bitch but I wasn't about to look like a pussy and back out. I finished my shots before Jason and Khalil and smirked at them. Well I think I smirked at them, I'm not sure everything was spinning. Everything made me want to laugh and I couldn't deal. Jason didn't finish his and neither did Khalil.

“Alright bitches, give me the money.” I said waving my hand around in the air like a diva. Khalil slammed a hundred on the table and I proudly took it before reaching for the one Jason threw on the table. Jason grabbed it out of my reach and smirked at me. “Jason if you don't give it to me I'm not going to play sexy fire girl.” I muttered reaching for it but his damn arm was too long.

“Give me a kiss first.” He said smirking at me and I have to admit it, he's pretty freaking sexy. I leaned forward and pressed my lips against him. He pulled me on to his lap where I was straddling him and other time I would have slapped him but right now I was wasted and this seemed like a good idea. I sucked at his neck earning a groan from him and I smirked to myself. Take that bitch.

“Let's go dance.” I told him slipping off his lap. He nodded and got out of the booth and started to lead me to the dance floor. I took of my heels and left them at the booth, I could barely walk in them sober I don't think walking in them drunk is a very good idea. We both were on the dance floor grinding on each other and being nasty like what the heck. Most of the time I would make fun of people like this but this time I'm one of those people. Ew. The effects of alcohol make you do lame shit.

I felt another pair of hands grab my hips and I didn't like these. No. I tried to push the drunk guy away as he rubbed his self against me but he had an iron grip. Fuck. “Get away from her.” Jason's voice growled from behind me as he pushed the guy away.

“Fuck off, we're just having fun. Right beautiful?” The guy said trying to grab my hand and I shot him a dirty look. I didn't know what to do next, Jason was on top of the guy beating the shit out of him. The guy was groaning in pain but that didn't phase Jason he kept punching him and punching him. It took Khalil, Chaz, and Ryan to get him off of the guy and that was still a struggle.

“Come on Jase, let's go back to the house.” I said pulling him out of the club and Jason's car was brought to us. “Let's hope you can drive drunk.” I muttered as I got in the passenger's side of the car. Jason got us home without wrecking put a couple of times he got a little touchy feely and I had to put a stop to that.