My bestfriend Diddy

Chapter 5.

There's no way.

"No" I whisper.

As the blonde kisses him harder I feel the vomit coming out of my throat.

I feel it.

Oh.

Here it comes...

I feel like a fool as soon as my insides hit the floor. Why did he do that? He knew I liked him. I feel like a total idiot for letting him play me like that and that blonde is driving me insane! Who the fuck does she think she is?

How dare her?

How DARE HIM?

I wipe my mouth as soon as I notice people staring. I don't want him to find out I was here. I don't want him to know how I felt when I found out he was using me.

You know what? I'm overreacting. We weren't even together.

I wipe my hand on my "hot" ridiculous shirt before making my way towards the kitchen. To my luck Diddy is still there but this time she's holding the teddy bear while holding a red cup on the other.

Without a word... I snatch the red cup out of her hand and drink it... completely.

Ouch.

It burns! It hurts! it freaking hurts!

Damn.

"Woah! Easy girl." She laughs. I shake my head for the itchy pain on my throat to go away and it does. The pain on my throat feels good, really good. I rather feel this than the stupid pain in my heart.

"It's good. I want another one." I smile but she doesn't.

"No." She shakes her head before snatching the drink out of my hand.

"You don't get to tell me what to do." I shout.

Images of the girl kissing Ashton make it's way to my brain. I want to get them out... now.

"NOW." My voice is low but very demanding and scary. I like this side of me.

Mean me, drunk me. Not idiot, stupid, foolish me.

"Whatever." She rolls her eyes before leaving the teddy bear right in front of me and walking out.

"Hey little buddy." I laugh. I'm so crazy and drunk that I swear I see the two little buttons of it's eyes shine.

"Wanna be creepy around me?" I shout. Am I really arguing with a plush right now? I approach my head to it and stare at it's eyes.

Damn.

The eyes look s-

"Here." Diddy says making me jump.

"Thanks." I say before taking the red cup.

"Whaaaaaaahhhh is it?" I ask before taking a sip of the rough yet sweet drink.

"It's Vodka. Cherry Vodka." 

Cherryyyyy vodka. Pftttt Cherry freaking Vod.. Vod what? Oh. Vodka.

I laugh. A real laugh, not the ones I fake when someone says something that was supposed to be funny. I guess getting drunk helps me?

"What's so funny?" She asks. I look at her only to see the stupid smirk on her face.

"With me or... her?" I ask pointing at the blonde that is now in the kitchen getting drinks.

"You." She says.

"No. Him." I whisper as Ashton walks into the kitchen. He wraps his arms around the blonde's waist and I swear I hear that mother fucker giggle. How dare she giggle? Wait... I giggle. Ugh, I'm so drunk.

I stare at him and wait for him to see me. He doesn't. He is so lost staring at the blonde's boobs that he doesn't even notice I'm there.

"Laugh." I whisper.

"What?" Diddy asks getting closer, to hear better.

"I said. Laugh." I demand and before I know it, she's laughing. I join her.

"Are you kidding me? He is not my type." I laugh harder. She stops but as she sees what's going on, she continues.

"Duh! You're like too good for him." She says. I'm starting to like this Diddy girl you know?

"I have someone else anyway." I say and before I know it, I'm being pulled. I look up to see Ashton's furious face.

"What was that?" I shout.

"What was that? Really?" He shouts louder, causing some people's attention.

"Ashton, I'm having fun please leave." I say as calm as possible.

"Leave? LEAVE?!? HELL NO. You just said you had someone else right at my face!" He shouts. I try to get out of his grip but can't, he's too strong.

"And you almost had... you know what... with that blonde right at my face!" I yell hoping he would let go. He doesn't though. He pushes me against a wall and tightens his grip. Ouch. I flinch as his fingers dig my skin.

"Ashton. You're hurting me." I whisper.

"You can't leave me." He whispers in my ear making me laugh.

"We were never together."

"And you know what Ashton? I-" He presses his lips hard against mine and my brain says kick him... in the balls. But it does otherwise. I run my hands through his messy hair and pull it slightly, making him groan.

"You're mine... only mine." He says between little kisses. I roll my eyes at his comment but never stop. I can't,  it's just intoxicating, I'm intoxicated. Not by the vodka or this marijuana smelling place but by this... handsome, jerk, idiot, asshole boy right in front of me. Ashton.