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"Whose name made you drink enough to forget your own?" The bartender asks Jordan as she is already in her fifth drink in less than fifteen minutes.
"Why do you even care?" She gives him a frown and he raises his arms in sound or redemption.
It has been already a week and he hasn't even called her or text her. Maybe he is busy with his football agenda, she tried to convince herself all week.
Jordan is seated at one of the bars downtowns in the city, she has never been the type of girl who drinks but when she thinks about him that she needs a drink.
He is out clubbing with his teammates after the win on the Merseyside derby. Trent keeps looking around the room full of smoke even though he only has one thing, or rather, one person inside his head.
"Hey," A girl smiles to him and her blue eyes get him off his head for once in the night. He gives her a weak smile, he is not in the mood to talk to anyone. "Are you okay?" She asks him and he nods.
"Thanks for asking," No one has asked him yet how he is, even though he would never tell how he is really feeling.
"You don't look quite okay," She takes a seat beside him.
"I'm just tired," He lies before taking a sip of the beer he is holding.
On the other side of the room, someone is watching them closely. "Unbelievable," Jordan gasps making the three girls seated next to her to turn around. "Fucking asshole!" She raises her voice frustrated.
"Girl, do we need to kick someone's ass tonight?" One of them speaks getting Jordan's attention.
"No, it's okay," She gives her a smile.
"He is a dickhead," The other one says.
"Yes, he lost a true diamond," The last one speaks and Jordan feels her cheeks heating up thanks to the unknown girls' compliments.
"Thank you," She speaks. "I'm Jordan," She extends her hand.
"Tamara," The first one speaks shaking her hand.
"I'm Alysha and this is Jenny," The blonde speaks as she points to her friend.
The fourth women start a conversation as drinks keep coming to the table. "This is for the girls who were pretty enough to make him cum, but not enough to make him stay." Jordan raises her voice as her glass and crashes it with the other girls before erupt in a loud laugh.
Jordan who has never been drunk before starts feeling the alcohol kicking in, along with the alcohol, the confidence kicks in too as she and the rest of the girls take over the dancefloor catching a few eyes.
Trent who has been talking about his love life issues with a stranger all night is being interrupted by nonetheless than Andrew. "Trent, there is something you should check out," He speaks fast making him frown.
"No, I don't want to see you attempt to the milly rock, Andy," He denies his request.
"You wished it was that," He sighs.
"What is it?" He sighs.
"Jordan," Andy states.
"What happened to Hendo?" He frowns.
"Not that Jordan," He declares and Trent is quick to get up from his seat leaving the girl completely alone. "What is going on?" He questions Andrew as he follows him through the club.
"That," He points to the bar where Jordan along with other girls is giving everyone a private show.
"Oh fuck no," Trent groans before starting to push people around to get to the front. "Jordan!" He calls for her attention but she can't hear him. "Hey, Jordan!" He speaks again but it's useless so he decides to take matters in his own hands.
Trent pushes his cap down so people don't recognize him and grabs both of her legs and pulls her down as he catches her waist so she doesn't get hurt. "Hey, what are you doing?" She yells and he can smell the alcohol in her breath.
People start booing Trent who just ignores them as he pulls Jordan outside the bar to the alley next to it with her complaining all way through and kicking him. "Cut it off, Jordan," He speaks demandant before placing her on the ground and pulling her dress down to cover her ass.
As soon as she figures who he is she starts hitting him on the chest as she screams multiple insults and he just tries to get ahold of her small hands. "I hate you," She declares frustrated.
"Don't worry, I do too," He sighs. "Please, just stop," He finally holds both of her hands and she tries to fight him but eventually she gives up and starts crying, he pulls her in for a hug and she hides her head on his chest while she keeps the tears coming. "I'm sorry," He whispers to her ear.
"You said that you wanted me, that you needed me, that you could never lose me. So how are you smiling now? Why are you smiling with her? Why am I the only one that's broken?" She speaks on his chest.
"I don't even know her name, Jordan," He responds truthfully. "I wish you know how your name keeps playing in my mind and I can't sleep. I wish you know how badly I need you. I wish you know how important you are for me. I wish you know how much I love you. You are the only one in my head, it has always been you but it doesn't matter what I say now, because you are drunk and you will not remember a thing in the morning," He sighs.
"Just take me home," She pulls off his arms and hugs herself, he knows she is cold, so he gives her his leather jacket.
"I can't go there," He declares.
"Just take me wherever, Trent, wherever I am with you is home," She shrugs and he can't help but a soft smile grows on his face, drunk people and kids always tell the truth.
