Imagines/oneshots Book 1

83. lance Tucker - tired eyes (part 2)

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Song: it follows by waterparks
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I sat at the bar and kept silent, sipping away at the cocktail in front of me. It was characteristically odd for me to be drinking this much but after my fit with Lance yesterday I wanted something to make me stop thinking about it for a while. Then I heard the voice of Lance fucker and wanted to die again. He walked right up to the bar, ordered a beer and sat right next to me. His hand grazed my thigh but I didn't move, that was until he gripped it lightly. I slammed my hand on to his and pushed it away from me, giving him a death glare.

"Don't test me Lance."

He put his hands up in defense.

"Look I just wanna talk, definitely not about yesterday though."

I rolled my eyes and ordered a couple of shots, Lord knows I would need them.

"C'mon hard ass you used to like it when I would touch you like that."

"Guess things change, funny how that worked out for everyone but you."

I looked at him and smiled before returning to my drinks.

"I can see it in your eyes, you still want me."

I peered over at him and took another drink.

"Maybe it's the drunk haze your seeing."

He let out a laugh.

"Why do you hate me so much, I've apologized more times than I can count."

I took another drink.

"You know what, maybe youre right. Maybe there is a twinkle in my eyes. It's the thought of fucking you so hard you shut up for once."

"Hey I wouldn't be opposed to it."

He took a sip of his beer and looked back at me just in time to see me roll my eyes again.

"I don't want to fuck you Lance, that's how we got in this situation in the first place."

He raised his eyebrows and lowered them just as quickly. He took a drink of his beer but when I looked over I saw that he was actually chugging it. I screwed my eyebrows together.

"Need confidence for something hot shot?"

He placed the empty bottle on the bar and breathed heavily. He asked the bar tender for another and didn't look back at me.

"Could you take me to see her?"

I let out a short straight laugh.

"I've been visit her in and off since she died why don't you go by yourself?"

He looked at me with sad eyes before looking to the floor in Shame.

"Truthfully, I don't even know where she's buried."

I took a shot.

"That doesn't surprise me."

I stood up and layed a tip on the bar.

"Meet me at the corner store tomorrow at 10, we can get coffee and head out to see her."

I turned and walked towards the door, not looking at him or waiting for his response. I just went, setting an alarm for our meet up as I walked back home.