Clickbait, baby (david dobrik)

chapter twenty-four;

The weight that now fell on my chest as I heard the sound of the door click could have killed me.

I stand there, just staring at the door for what felt like hours. I should be crying, right? I'm suppose to be crying? So, why aren't I crying?

Instead of crying, my eyes wander to the mini bar. I see several bottles of alcohol. I stumble over and grab every single one.

By the time I've drank the bottle of vodka, the bottle of Jack, and the bottle of tequila, I'm half-way to the other's hotel room. After a bit more stumbling, I make it to the door.

"I can't believe this is happening," I heard Kristen say.

"So, where is David?" Matt asked.

"I know he went to talk to Carlie," Zane pitched in.

"And? That was an hour ago," Toddy said.

"He left," I spoke, drawing everyone in the rooms attention. It was quiet as they looked at me, I hiccuped.

"You okay, Car?" Gabbie said, concern dripping from her voice. Jessi right beside her, looking just as interested to know the answer.

"I'm fine," I stuttered, stumbling closer. "Other than the fact that it's my fucking birthday and we aren't partying?!"

Everyone looked at each other, confused. "Baby, how much have you had to drink?" Zane asked softly, reaching out to me.

"You," I said, pointing at him. He tensed up immediately. "Don't get to party with me." I sounded like a child.

"Why?" He furrowed his eyebrows.

"Because!" I yelled. "You are probably the reason David found out. Am I right?"

His guilty face was enough for me. I hiccuped again as I looked around the room. "So, where's the party? Huh?"

I walked over to a stereo and turned it on. Someone had their phone plugged in and it started playing their music. I started dancing around but no one was dancing with me.

"Why isn't anyone else dancing?" I demanded.

"Honey, are you sure you're okay?" Jessi asked me, reaching out for me.

"I'm fine!" I yell. Jessi winces and pulls away from me. Drunk me doesn't really care though. "Why does everyone keep asking me that?"

"Because something crazy just happened.." Matt spoke up.

"Oh, you mean, how my boyfriend dumped me because I slept with his friend?" I mumbled. No one said a word. "I know what you're all thinking. Golly, Carlie is a slut! Well, you know what, I sure am! I'm a big slut. And you can go tell David that if you fucking want to."

And with that, I stomped out of the hotel room. I almost tripped over the rug outside as I made my way to the elevator. I hit the lobby button and soon enough I was there. There was a club downstairs, and that was my destination that I had in mind.

As soon as I walk in, I immediately get sweaty. There were so many bodies. Everyone was dancing. Things were starting to blend together. I couldn't tell the difference in one person to the next because everyone was so close. There was a blue light to the atmosphere and smoke filled the room.

I spot the bar and immediately make my way there. I sit down and order a Jack and Coke. I drink the whole thing when he gives it to me. It burned my throat, but I loved the feeling. I ordered another one. It took me longer to finish this one, but too long.

My vision was now very hazy. But I noticed a figure sit down next to me. I could feel their stare, so I turned and looked to find Heath. I groaned. "What do you want?"

"I came to check on you.." he said softly, and I could barely hear him above the music.

I hiccuped as I turned to look at him. "I don't need anyone's help! Can't everyone just leave me alone?!" I said, turning to get down from the bar stool.

I slipped, but luckily, Heath caught me. "C'mon Car. Let's get you upstairs and in bed." He said, picking me up bridal style.

"Heath, put me down!" I yelled hitting his chest.

His lips curled but he didn't budge and he kept walking towards the elevator. Once we got there, he put me down, holding my waist for balance. He pressed the number 6 and leaned against the wall as the doors closed.

"How did he find out?" I peeped up, after about thirty seconds of silence. He sighed, not meeting my eyes. "Did you tell him?" I suddenly got angry.

He put his hands up in defense. "No, it wasn't me. It wasn't anyone." I furrowed my eyebrows as the elevator dinged and the doors opened. "Do I still need to carry you?"

"No, I'm—" I started, but I tripped on my own feet. And I even took my heels off.

Heath caught me for the second time that night. He smirked down at me as he picked me up again. "I think it's best if I do."

I tried my best not to smile, but drunk me couldn't really hide that well.

Heath sets me down to unlock the hotel suite before picking me up again to carry me inside. He walks up some stairs and sets me on a bed that's separate from the rest.

"I'm going to get you some water," he said before disappearing. Suddenly I was really tired. I cuddled up under the cover, ready to sleep. Heath comes back with a water bottle and sets it on the nightstand. "There you go. If you need me, just yell for me." He starts to walk away, but my hand brushes his, causing him to turn back to me.

"Stay with me," I mumble, half asleep.

"I don't know if that's a good idea," he whispered.

"Please?" I asked, opening my eyes and looking up to him.

He looked at me for a moment before he sighed. He took off his pants, leaving him in a t-shirt and his boxers. He went around to the other side of the bed and crawled in. I, half-asleep and fully drunk, roll over to face him. I put my head on his shoulder and my arm around his waist as he laid on his back.

And I was sound asleep.

Until about 9 the next morning as I hear a loud familiar voice say, "You guys have got to be fucking kidding me."