Revenge... (Clinton Cave.) 16+

4.

Marie's POV//

Clinton's stare burned into the side of my skull as I stared over at my glass that was on the table, "mm, tell me about yourself then, sweetheart." Clinton repeats. I look to my lap then back up at him with a crooked smile. "I'm just like any other girl." I shrug, "I doubt that." He strokes my cheek with the back of his hand. "Why don't we switch this up a lil...Hm?" He suggests.

"20 questions" Clinton spoke with a welcoming smile.

I look into his eyes and nod slightly. "S-sure."

Clinton shifted up next to me, getting comfortable.

"Age?" He asks.

I was stumped. If I told him there was a chance my night was over pretty quickly.

"I'm 19." I decided to be real with him, regardless of my night ending early or not.

He looked at me with a shocked expression. "Damn, a girl who bends the rules...a bad girl." He smirks, "I like that."

I looked at him with a questioning look. "Really?" I tilt my head, giving him a relaxed smile. Clinton nods, biting his lower lip. "It means you don't give a fuck." His hand lowers to my thigh. I look down at his hand before giggling slightly. "Yeah, I guess so." I smile gently. 

"Anyways, next question..." He nods, "Virgin?" He asks. 

I bite my lower lip nervously, then nodding slightly. 

"Thats cute." He smiles, "I like that even more." he admits. I pout slightly before smiling, looking up at him once more. "t-thanks." 

"anytime princess." he comments.

I blush gently at his pet name, gulping slightly. "So, hows school?" Clinton asks again. I shrug, "Its fine, I guess, kinda sucks because everyone knows me there." I roll my eyes at the subject.

"How so?" he continues as I get up to pour myself a drink. "I'm kind of the presidents daughter so they all kinda hate me right now for what my father is doing." I blurt out, then taking sips of my drink contently as I then sit back down next to him.

He stares into my eyes with a dark gaze. "Wow, that must be fun." He clears his throat, his tone getting a little tense. I lower my brows and tilt my head once more, "Whats up?" I ask, noticing the change in his behaviour. "Nothing, nothing, my uh, stomach hurts."  He nods. "Do you want a smoke?" He asks, getting out his cigarette packet as I nod slightly. "Sure." I smile.

Clinton places a cigarette between his lips as he then handed me one, "I'll be back in a moment." He assures me, "I need something stronger than just cigarettes and alcohol." He smiles weakly. "I'll bring you some if you'd like? You sound like you need it." Clinton offers. I look to my lap, "What about the questions?" I question. "Lets just talk." He spoke bluntly before walking off into the back.

//CLINTON'S POV//

I grin to myself as I walk into the back. "Mitchel...Riley... I know you're in here."  I growl. I then see Mitchel pop out from behind the bathroom door and Riley walking out from the drug room. "You'll never guess what I've just discovered." I smirk, tutting. "The brunette you allowed in here is the presidents daughter... the one thats tearing down our building." I walk towards them. "You know what that means?" I question them.

Mitchel shook his head, "What?" he asks. "We're taking her back to our band house, we're going to use her as a way to keep our building up, whilst having a little fun with her on the way..." I tilt my head with a grimacing smirk on my face. 

Mitchel's eyes grew wide, "We can't do that bro..." He shook his head, "That could fuck up our whole reputation."He argues. "But whats this gotta do with me?" Riley questions.