Bittersweet §H.S.§

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"She literally just kissed you and left?" Louis asked, bewildered at what I'd just told the group.

"Yeah, I said she was boring, so she threw someone's martini at my shirt, kissed me and then walked away as if she didn't even know me."

"I bet she's gonna be in your bed by next week." Louis laughed.

"Holy crap, Louis' right, Marcus I'm going to kill you." Zayn playfully nudged Marcus in the shoulder.

"Yeah, well I'm gonna go now." I stood up.

"Aren't you going to hookup with Rosie?" Jake, the sixth guy, asked, Rosie just stared at me with a Bambi-type of look.

"Nah, you into a threesome tonight, Jake?" I laughed. "Bye." I left money for my drink on the table and walked away actually hoping I would run into Scar.

I walked out of the club and then jumped to the sound of glass shattering against the cemment. I followed the sound to find Scar throwing bottles at a wall.

"What the hell?" She jumped to the sound of my voice.

"Fuck. Do you want to kill me or something like that?" She hissed, then she turned and kept throwing bottles.

"What are you doing?"  I walked over to her and took the bottle she had in her hands.

"It's not your buisness, and give that back!" She tried to reach for the bottle but I put my arm up, and since I'm taller she won't be able to get the bottle back.

"Nope, not until you tell me, and why were you gonna throw it when it's still full?" She groaned to my inmature acts.

"Oh. My. God. Can I please have the stupid bottle back, guy I kissed?" What? Did she forget my name?

"Did you forget my name?" I laughed at the fact that she forgot my name and she kissed me like fifteen minutes ago.

"No. I'm not saying your name until you give the bottle back."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"I don't know if I'm actually giving this back, I need a drink." I lowered my arm and opened the bottle.

"You're kidding me, right?"

"Nope."

"I swear if you drink that I will slap you." I ignored her and took the bottle to my lips, before I could sense the taste of the liquor Scar tackled me causing me to fall on my back, with her on top of me. The bottle shattered next to us, luckily no glass flew to my face.

"Are you crazy or what?" I hissed, trying to push her of, she pinned my hands down to the sides of my face.

 "You owe me a bottle of vodka."

 "No I don't, you tackled me and made me fall. It's your fault."

 "I tackled you because you- Oh just forget it." I think I'm annoying her.

"You should be thanking me anyways, your breath smells like a mix of every alcoholic drink in the world."

"You don't like it?" I smirked.

"Actually no. I love it."

"Wanna try?" I nodded.

She put her lips millimeters away from mine. I closed my eyes, waiting for her lips to meet mine, but before anything happened, she bit my cheek and left  me on the floor extremely confused.

"What the hell was that?!" I shouted while I got up and followed her.

"That's what you get for wasting a precious vodka bottle. Bye now, loverboy." After that, she whistled to a taxi driver, the car pulled up in front of her, she got in, and then the car disappeared into traffic.

"I guess I'm not getting some tonight." I mumbled to myself, turning around to walk home.

It wasn't a good idea to walk back home alone at midnight, but I realy don't care, it's not like I have anything that someone would want to steal.

After walking for half an hour I got home. Before going in I walked around, trying to see if everyone was already sleeping or if mum was still up. All the lights were off, which meant that everyone was asleep.

I searched in my pocket looking for my keys, when I got them I slowly put them in the lock and opened the door. I walked in, turned around, and closed the door as delicately as I could.

Afterwards, I tiptoed into my room, closed the door, took everythingbut my boxers off, and fell asleep.