Perfectly Imperfect | Breece ( DISCONTINUED )

' sᴏʙᴇʀᴜɴᴋ '

Reece's point of view

I woke up, alone in Blake's bed. I checked my phone and saw 10:24am. I wiped my eyes, stretched and yawned before standing up walking out.

I saw Blake leaning his elbows on the counter on his phone.

- Good morning. I walked behind him, wrapping my arms around him, kissing his neck, but he ignored.

- Blake?

- Blake? I said hitting his arm.

- Oh okay, so you're just going to ignore me now.

- Yes I will. He said turning around to look at me.

- What the fuck? I thought we were okay? We said our sorries yesterday.

- I never forgave you. He sighed taking a sip of his drink.

- Are you fucking drinking again? I said trying to take his cup but he moved his drink away.

- Blake I told you to stop. You have me now, you don't need to drink.

- I like it tho.

- Stop, You're 17 not 20. It's not even legal for you to drink. Give me the fucking glass. I said reaching for it.

- Stop it Bibby. He said pushing me off.

- Blake it's 10:30 am give me the glass.

- No. He chuckled.

- Fuck you. I sighed getting very annoyed.

- Go ahead.

- Excuse me? I asked looking to him.

- Fuck me.

- Blake n-no. You're drunk.

- Fine I'll call George.

- Give me your phone. No fucking way I'm letting you call George.

- Or what? You'll punish me? He giggles.

- Blake you're drunk. Give me the glass and your phone now.

- What if I disobey? He chuckles putting his glass on the counter.

- Ugh you're being a pain in my ass right now.

- Not the first time I'm a pain in your ass huh? He winks.

- Can you not. Just give me the damn cup.

- Fuck me for it.

- Why are you being such a stubborn whore right now?

- Why don't you fuck me like the little whore I am? He smiles.

- You know what, go in your room, you're pissing me off.

- Tell me you're going in the room with me.

- Blake how fucking drunk are you God dammit?

- I'm soberunk. Sober, drunk, but not wasted. He chuckled.

- Come here. I said pulling his arm, hoping I would've succeeded at bringing him to the room, but of course not. Soberunk Blake took over.

Mid hallway, He pinned me onto the wall. His lips attacking mine, I could taste the alcohol. He brought his mouth to my neck, biting lightly.

- Babe you're drunk stop — moan — stop.

- Seeming like you're loving this babe.

- Not denying that, but you're not sober Blake