bittersweet - /ˌbɪtəˈswiːt/
arousing pleasure tinged with sadness or pain
"Oh, okay." Taylor sarcastically said. "Well, I'm talking to her, so if you would..." He waived Gerald off with his hand.
"I think you've said enough." Gerald wasn't having it.
"I texted him." I said, looking at Taylor.
"Why?" He seemed genuinely surprised.
"Because I knew where this was going. I was hoping I'm wrong but..."
"Well, I guess you know everything." He huffed. "What happened to you? Back then I could at least talk to you; now you're just like the rest of them." He got up, leaving a 20 dollar bill on the table.
"I hope you find yourself again one day." He said, glancing at Gerald, then back at me.
"Goodbye."
He left me speechless. I got off my seat, making a few steps in Gerald's direction. He just pulled me close without saying anything. We walked out, his arm over my shoulders; he was also carrying my tiny handbag in his hand.
"You still wanna go out for dinner or should we order something?" He asked.
"No no, it's okay. Let's go somewhere but for a drink. I'm not hungry anymore." I said.
"Okay baby. Where do you wanna go?"
"Somewhere on the beach?"
"You got it." He grinned and pressed a kiss on my temple. "Don't be sad cutie."
"I'm not, I just... I should've listened to you. You were right, it was a bad idea." I admitted.
"You did what you thought was best for you, ain't no blaming you for that; but I know guys, no way he'd let you go looking like that." He eyed me from top to bottom again. "You're a dime, baby."
I chuckled. "Well now, alright." I looked at him. "That might be true, but I'm your dime, so..." I pouted my lips at him.
"Yes you are." He said. "So tell me, what you in the mood for?"
"As in drinks?" I asked and he nodded. "Tequila would be perfect. Shots?"
"Oh-oh... I know that face." He smiled.
"What face?" I joked around, making goofy faces.
"You wanna get wild?"
"Only if you come with me." I said.
"Oh we'll be doing that later." He winked at me. I pretended to be shocked and gasped.
"Okay then, let's get some shots." I raised my eyebrows, chuckling.
An hour later we were sitting at a bar down the beach, with a bottle of tequila on the table. I was already drunk; I could take care of myself and everything but I haven't been that wasted in a long time.
"Here." Gerald slid over a glass of cold water. "Drink some."
I smelled it and frowned.
"That's not my mexican friend."
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The Beautiful & Damned
FanfictionEverything about him screamed player. He was very attractive and there was something in his eyes that prevented me from looking away. Unfortunately, I don't do players. ⭐️ Lead character's name is completely random, has no actual connection to Hal...
