rebel ➳ clifford au

➳ 05

05. lay me down tonight, i'm your favorite girl.

"Ashton, you shouldn't drink, you're taking me home." I recommended, reminding him that I was supposed to get home safely.

"I know babe, is just a drink, what harm can it do?" He smiled before pressing a grape wine flavored kiss to my lips.

This was not the way I had planned my Friday night; sure, I was expecting spending it with Ashton, but what I didn't expect was spending my time with him in a room full of drunk people. When he came into my house and picked me up with a bouquet of flowers, I knew that it meant he was apologizing for the future mistakes he'd make tonight.

"Ashton, please, if you get drunk or tipsy we'll get in trouble." I said, trying to get him back into his senses, but he was long gone in the kitchen, already fixing himself another drink.

Why do I even bother?

I rested my head against the wall, focusing on nothing but the ceiling. Ashton usually was the perfect boyfriend -my definition of perfect- but sometimes it was such a pain in the ass the fact that he was a party animal, even more when I wasn't in the mood to party but he still took me to those parties just to leave me alone.
And I get it, you want to bring your girlfriend along, make her have a good time; hell, he's told me that hundreds of times along with the words you need to loosen up. But I didn't want to loosen up, Ashton, and even if that was the case, I wouldn't want to loosen up in such a tiny room crowded with drunk, sweaty people. Not my environment.

I looked at all the people in the room, trying to see all the faces I could; I saw the twins, sitting on a couch talking to Tom; I saw Shanon, laughing at something a guy said while Xael just looked at her with jealousy; Xael wasn't having a bad time either, a girl sitting comfortable on his lap sipping on a drink and completely ignoring the fact that he wasn't paying the least of attention to her.

I knew I looked stupid just standing there, staring at people's faces and saying nothing else, but I couldn't bother trying to act like I knew everyone and every drink was my favorite and every song was my jam.

I closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly.

"Why is it that we keep finding each other?" A voice said from my left side, and I already knew who it was.

Without opening my eyes or moving an inch, I answered.
"Because you're stalking me, that's why." I coldly replied.

"Harsh words, princess."

"Princess?" I opened my eyes, turning to see him. Michael stared at me with an amused expression, his never ending smirk on his face. "Since when am I a princess?"

"Oh right, I forgot you're a Rebel," he mocked, making me frown. I already wasn't in the mood, I didn't need someone to ruin it even more.

Since the day me and Ashton spoke up about what happened, I just figured out that it was the best to avoid this Michael guy. He wasn't my friend, he wasn't my anything. Anything but someone I met at a bonfire.

And it wasn't that I hated him or anything, but that kind of people only got the message when you acted like you didn't want to see them.

"You're stupid." I simply said.

"Yes, and you're bored and alone. Where's Boyfriend Star?"

"Like that's anything you'd want to know."

"I do, actually. Gotta be prepared he wants to stab me or something."

"That wasn't funny," I retorted, giving him an icy glare.