Abel

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I look through the crowd. I had arrived at the party not too long ago. I came alone also. I notice a couple of famous people here and there. Somehow, Justin came here. I groan. Great, just another night of complete insolence. I feel a pit grow in my stomach as I see someone else walk in with him. Selena. I turn around and push through the crowd to bump into Bella. Just my luck.

      "Hey Abel." Gigi says to me. Bella snickers. I look down, and push through the crowd once again. "Abel, wait-" Gigi says before Bella cuts her off, 

      "It's fine G, let's just enjoy ourselves, okay?" I feel an immediate wince of regret. I don't want Bella to be the rebound, she doesn't deserve that. She deserves everything and more. I realize something. I can enjoy myself, there is some alcohol, and I am pretty sure I can find weed somewhere. It will be okay. And just like that, I get high and drunk within' two hours flat. I walk outside to a suite, to find Bella. She glares at me, and then pulls in for a kiss.  I stand there confused, for what seems like a second. But then I lean in. We walk into the suite, lips still attached. The space between us is completely closed. I close the door and lock it. She moans gently and although she seems embarrassed by it, I find it sexy as fuck. 

      "Mmm-" She says, not finishing her sentence. 

      "God, I missed this Iz," I say. She stops cold in her tracks. 

      "What did you say?" 

      "This, us. How about we be selfish tonight? I am sure I have what you need." I say confidently. She grins and her grey-blue eyes look into mine, pouring over my soul. I did miss this. A lot. She pulls me into her embrace, warm and sweet. She smells nice, like roses. 

      "Shhh," She says to me. I kiss her, sucking on her top lip while she does on my bottom. She kicks off her heels, and I place her gently on her bed. She moans, begging for more. She starts unbuckling my pants. I groan, I smell like weed, and alcohol. I can't do this to her. 

      "No. You deserve better." I say, and with that, I leave her on the bed, confused but smiling. Why? I don't want to know.

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