The good girls secret ( on Hold)

Chapter 5 :King of doucheness

What kind of person cuts you off in the middle of a conversation??

A douche, that's who.

And my new step-brother seemed to be king of the douches.

After hearing the news so suddenly, I ran out of the house. I just couldn't handle the atmosphere anymore.

I needed to drown my sorrows, so I ordered a lemonade from the bar down the road.

What? I don't drink alcohol. It makes for disastrous results and I can't handle drink well.

After my third glass, I decided to call it a night and go home to confront this smoking step-brother of mine.

Before I could go though, I was stopped by the bartender.

"Wouldn't you like one more drink?" He asked.

"Sorry Alberto, I'm all clean." I replied, pointing to my purse.

Alberto smiled. "You don't have to pay. He already has." He nodded at a guy sitting across the room. He wasn't off the scale, but he was still pretty special (probably on the Josh Hutcherson level) and he was smirking at me flirtatiously. I eyed the clear liquid in the glass and shrugged.

I wondered whether I should trust this stranger, but then thought against it. I did have a tendency to over think things.

"What the hell, I like free stuff." I said, downing the shot.

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"TONIGHT. TAKE ME TO THE OTHER SIDE. SPARKS FLY LIKE THE FOURTH OF JULY. JUST TAKE ME TO THE OTHER SIDE. I SEE THAT SEXY LOOK IN YOUR EYES!" I sang, using my glass as a microphone.

I was in a low cut camisole that I had been wearing under my shirt, and I was on a table, dancing and getting the whole club alive.

I was pretty sure the crowd was filled with perves, but I wasn't going to complain.

I was drunk, wild and free. And no-one could take that away from me.

They guy who had bought me the drink shouted "MORE!" And I started taking off my shoes.

"I think its time for you to go Aria." Alberto said, obviously not liking the rowdy crowd.

I didn't understand.

"Whyyyyy, alfonzo? We're 'avin a greattt time!" I said, slurring my words.

"Please just go."

"Fine! I didn't even want to be here anyway." I said, stomping out of the club.

He didn't even deserve my company.

The boy who had bought me the first drink (which were followed by many other free shots) ran after me and caught my arm before I could leave.

"Hey, you were great out there. Really working it" he commented.

Normally, I would have slapped his face for such a crude comment, but I was drunk, so I obviously wasn't thinking straight.

"Thanks." I giggled.

Since when did I giggle? Gang leaders on the run do not giggle! That's like an unspoken rule or something!

We carried on flirting shamelessly, and to be honest, I really liked the attention.

This is when king Douche came and ruined my plans.

"hey axe how you doing ?" He asked.

They knew each other? Just my luck.

"Good especially because i'm talking to this pretty little lady" the boy (axe?) said, smirking at me.

I giggled again.

"Well too bad she's off limits" Alex said with a shrug.

"Why, you called dibs?" He said, evidently confused.

"No. She's my little sister" and before I knew it, I was hoisted onto the big shoulder of my new brother.

See what I mean about the doucheness?!?

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?? GET OFF ME. HELP! I'M BEING KIDNAPPED!"

No-one did anything to help me.

Thanks society.