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CHAPTER-13 NUGGETS

POV- DAMIAN

I walked out the back door. I’d had enough!

Matthew was a bipolar prick and right now I didn’t even want to consider his existence. It depends on me who I choose and not choose and… basically, choose to be with. If I wanted Grenade not to get close to any half brained loser, then it’s my wish. If I didn’t want Matt to grope around with her, then that’s my wish too. And if I wanted to kill that random blonde she rubbed against, then that’s bloody bludgeoning my wish too!

I don’t need a fricking declaration of independence and an entire list of rights to have and the rights to grope.

I reached into my pocket for my phone, Bob’s gonna have to come get me. Matt had led me to chug many more drinks than required. I couldn’t drive like this in my baby. She’d probably puke because of my breath. And yes I am talking about my car.

And again it’s MY wish how I address her.

Ah. God damn it.

I’d left my phone to get the hell out of that place.

I’m blaming Matt again.

Dear Life, I know you hate me. You don’t have to repeatedly remind me of it.

I was just turning around to go back into the bar when I heard little sniffles from behind the blue trash bin. And as always, the curious little-me stepped around to investigate. Her back was turned to me but I could identify that ass anywhere.

 Hell, I’d bag this chick. If only.

I noticed her calling someone repeatedly and proceeding to curse after every try in a million languages. What can I say? The shameless douche that I am, I couldn’t figure even one of them out. 

When she was probably on her 3 millionth language and I’d stared at her for almost close to 10 creepy minutes… (Do not judge my guy brains).

I finally found my wits and cleared my throat, “Ahem… Girlfriend troubles Grenade? I never figured you’d run for the other team…” I trailed off as she turned her head towards me abruptly and I noticed tears in her eyes.

I couldn’t help it. My face probably became a mini marshmallow at the sight. Her nose was red and her cheeks were wet from crying. I could feel my heart do a moonwalk at the sight. I probably would have fallen straight on my knees if my guy brains didn’t intervene again (does that a lot).

She looked amazing even when she cried. Not that I liked the sight. On reflex I said what I said to all the crying girls I’d scored, “Come here and let me kiss the pain away.”

If looks could kill, she would have generated a flower lined coffin and dug a grave 10 ft. deep for me.

I could hear my funeral song.

So I diverted, “Um… That was inappropriate…”

“Montgomery, if you want what’s left of your balls… Get. The. Fuck. Away. From. Me.” She said through gritted teeth. I could feel her anger. I’d crossed a line.

“Really, I’m sorry Grenade, I mean Olsen, I didn’t…” I said.

“AWAY FROM ME! NOW!” She yelled. I am not moving from here if I can help it. “Tell me what’s wrong Grenade? Just let me help you!” I said adamantly. I took few steps closer to her. I could smell the alcohol on her.

I was pretty damn surprised that she managed to get stoned in like a few minutes…

 Well, hell.

What can I say? I was damned stoned too.

“Listen, Ashleigh, stop being so stubborn. Just tell me what the hell is bothering you. I don’t mean any shit…” I said. Why was she crying? Whoever was the reason was going to join my list of ‘to-be-shish-kebab-ed’ people. God, it hurt to see her cry. I saw her wipe away her tears and look towards me.