Just Coworkers| • Shayne Topp •

Chapter Four

(WARNING: SMUT UP AHEAD!)

Shayne's P.O.V.

I chugged down beer after beer. My mind was fuzzy. Thoughts of her erupted in my mind. How could she leave me like this. I didn't mean what I said. 

I heard a knock at my door, as I struggled to get off of my chair. I stumbled and almost tripped as I walked. The knocking got louder as I got closer. When I opened the door, There stood a short skinny figure. Her blond hair glowed in the setting sun. I quickly realized it was Courtney.

"Hi Shayne." She said lowly, and furrowed her eyebrows.

"H-hey Courtney. Whatcha doing h-here? N-no one wants to be my friend anyway."

Her eyes widened when realizing I was drunk.

"Shayne, why are you drunk? You never get out of control like this." I frowned and looked at my hands. 

"She doesn't want to be friends anymore. She told me we are just co-workers. I didn't mean what I said. I was being stupid and letting my pride get the best of me. I hate myself so much." I gripped onto my hair, and cried. I sobbed. Courtney placed her hand on my shoulder. I cried more and more.

"Shayne, you made a mistake. You just really need to work to get her back. Getting drunk to numb the pain won't help. You are better than this. Come on, Shayne." I wiped my eyes and looked at Courtney. 

"She can't leave me like this. She can't, Courtney. I can't lose her." Courtney smiled sympathetically. I hugged her, and she hugged me back. My mind was just so covered by nonsense. All I knew is that I needed her, and she isn't here. I am the only one to blame.

Rosimar's P.O.V.

I could not stop thinking about everything that happened today. I had already broke down a few times since I left work. I just needed to forget all of it for a few hours.

"Noah, you should talk to him." He scoffed at me. 

"Rosi, I am not talking to him. He hurt you. It is not happening." I rolled my eyes.

"Noah, I love that you are protecting me and all, but you can't let your friendship with him end because of me. If you stop being his friend, I won't ever forgive you." He shrugged.

"I will take my chances." I raised my brow at him.

"Look you pink-haired bish. leave me right here." I said. Noah stops the car, and lets me get out. 

"You can't be serious, Rosi." I keep walking as he follows close behind with his car.

"Until you don't promise me that you will continue being Shayne's best friend." Noah groaned, and sighed.

"Fine, but I swear to the universes that if he says some other dumbshit.." I quickly get in and kiss him on the cheek. 

"Thanks g-man! You are the best." We smile at each other as we drive up to a liquor store. Noah buys Henny, Bacardi, and Royal Regal Apple Whiskey.

"Are we getting drunk?" Noah nodded as we drove to my house. We walk into my house, and Noah quickly pours himself shots of Bicardi. I quickly go for the whiskey. It was my favourite. I loved the stinging of the liquor. It was amazing. 

*Time skip to after done drinking*

Kisses were gentle and sweet. Our bodies pressed up against each other. Neither of us were thinking about each other. His hands changed from gentle to rough upon my skin. Our clothes were on the floor. His hips moved at an incredibly fast pace. Moans and filthy words left both of our mouths. Our climax came with sloppy thrust, and we kissed passionately to end it all. We cuddled closed and finally fell into a deep and dark slumber.