They D̶o̶n̶t̶ Know About Us // Niley

Chapter Forty One

One Month Later.

"Next stop, North America!" Lisa cheered as she raised her glass into the air as Cheyne gulped down his.

The group started whooping and clinking their glasses over the loud night club music, the alcohol had slipped into their mouths causing their words to slur.

Me on the other hand, The one person who made the tour actually happened, is quietly sandwiched between my drunken 'tour-life' friends, sipping my drink quietly, little did I know I had finished quite a lot.

The European tour had ended in Amsterdam, and even though North and South America hadn't been covered, we're already celebrating.

Although it seems stupid to be celebrating this in Baton Rouge, California, we thought it would be fun since we're all sick and tired of the European environment.

I closed my eyes and tilt my head back to swallow the last drops of my martini...or was it champagne? God, I'm so drunk I can't even remember.

I opened one eye to examine the bottom of the glass that is clearly empty, I looked around to see my friends laughing and cussing about I didn't understand. Lousy drunks.

"I'm gonna get more of these..." I slurred, sitting up from the velvet couch and sliding out of the booth. Lisa shouted something over the loud music that sounded like random drunken bullshit.

I ignored it and stumbled my way to the bar, even though my vision is blurry as fuck, I could make out the unmistakeable bartender smiling behind his moustache. I slammed the glass in front of him and said "fill it up."

"What are you having?" He asked.

"How the fuck should I know, fill it up." I ordered him with a glare, and he nodded before taking the glass away from my sight.

I looked around the crowded club and all I could see was people dancing to the beat of the annoying, shitty, music and the blinding lights that came from every corner. I plopped down on the bar stool as the bartender handed me a drink, I smiled at him and began sipping it slowly.

Nick Jonas.

That name had been crossing my mind every now and then ever since our incident. But I ignored it just like it was a craving for random food.

Ever since he walked away I promised myself, no, I made a vow to never be involved with him again. It was love while it lasted, but I know it's just me fooling myself into thinking it was. The truth is; He is a great guy. He's desirable. But he's not just trouble, he's misfortune.

All of my life it was always him who I thought of, who I fought for, whom I loved, but did he ever at least for one second acknowledged it? Did he ever at least try to appreciate it?

Probably. But everything always comes in the way, and I take it as a sign that God is probably saying "No, I'm not letting you get involved with this son of a bitch again".

So here I am, not wanting to give him my fucking second to think about him. It's enough already, the feeling's not mutual. I wish I had known sooner that things aren't going to change, not for me and Nick. He is always the careless cunt who always gets to mess with my head and play with my heart.

Well, never again, Mr. Dick Jonas.

The music had been switched to a random pop song that's been playing on the radio for weeks now, and I squinted my eyes to see a ridiculously good looking guy emerging from the crowd and approaching the bartender.

I eyed him carefully and noticed he had one of those chubby giant hands but in human size, and a drunken smile that's begging to be noticed by every girl in the club.