End Up Here ||michael.clifford||

One

I can't believe he did it. Fucking Ellis of all people! He cheated on me. On our anniversary!

Anger spilled out of me as I searched through my closet to find the sluttiest outfit I owned.

My eyes landed on a short leather mini skirt that barely covered my bum. I was meant to return it ages ago but for some reason, I never got around to it.

I threw it on my bed and dived back in, searching for appropriate shoes and top.

An hour later, I was wearing the mini skirt, killer heels with sparkles, a black cami with black lace on top and a long, crescent moon shaped beach glass necklace. My hair was straightened to perfection, my face was all made up and pretty.

I tucked a couple 50 dollar notes into my bra, grabbed my phone off it's charger and sent a quick text to Ellis. "Here's to revenge." I snapped a mirror selfie to send along with it, knowing it would drive him crazy. I never dressed like this for him.

I walked the two blocks to my favourite club, entered and immediately made my way over to the bar.

"What can I get you, sweetie?" The bartender asked. Inside, I threw up. This guy had to be at least thirty and he was staring at my chest. "Round of tequila." I answered. He nodded and headed off to make my drink.

I scanned the room, looking for the right one.

I spotted him standing in a group of guys, by the pizza place part of this place. Typical guy.

The bartender returned with my drink and I quickly downed it, letting the vile liquid burn my throat. I'm not really a fan of tequila but its the only thing known to get me drunk really fast.

I turned back to look at the guy. He was already staring at me. I quickly made my way over to him.

"Hey." I said flirtatiously. "Hey." He responded. He was holding a beer in his hand. No ring. No girl around. Perfect. "Wanna dance?" I asked. He smiled. "Sure thing." He handed the beer to one of his friends and allowed me to pull him onto the dance floor.

We grinded to the dub step and he bought me a drink. Some fruity girly shit. I didn't want to be rude so I drank it anyway.

"I like your shirt." I flirted. He looked down at the Coldplay shirt he was wearing. "Really? You're into that kind of music?" He asked, astonished. "Hell yeah!" I shouted. He laughed. "What's your name?" He asked.

I smirked. "Trouble."

He laughed. "Well, Trouble, I'm Michael." He said. I laughed then to. "That's a hot name." What? God the alcohol is really getting to me. "Do you want another drink?" I asked. He nodded. "I'll pay." He offered. "Are you sure? I've got my own money." I offered, pulling it out of my bra. He gulped.

"N-no. That's okay. Guys are supposed to pay." He said. I shrugged and put my money back. He bought himself another beer and asked me what I wanted. "Hmm. Vodka." I stated. He nearly choked. "Okay. You heard the girl." He said. The bartender took his money and went to get our drinks.

"You're really pretty." Michael said. Then he slapped a hand over his mouth. "Shit! I wasn't meant to say that." He squealed. I laughed. "It's fine! No worries. And thanks. You're not so bad yourself." I told him, rubbing his arm.

After our drinks, we went back to dancing. "Do you wanna get out of here?" Michael whispered in my ear. I shivered. "Yeah. My place isn't too far. We can walk." I offered. He nodded and took my hand, pulling me along.

We exited the club and the cold was like a slap in the face. All the bodies and lights in there made it almost insufferably hot.

We arrived at my flat and went straight to my room. Thankfully, Anna, my best friend and roommate was out with her boyfriend and told me she wouldn't be back till the next day.

I woke up with a pounding headache and no recollection of what happened the night before. That is until I saw the naked boy lying beside me. Then it all came back.

Ellis cheating on me.

Me getting so pissed off I needed to break my good girl habits and be a rebel.

Getting drunk.

Meeting Michael.

Flirting with Michael.

Having sex with Michael.

Oh my god.

I quietly slid out of bed, grabbed some clean undergarments, a pair of sweatpants and Nirvana t-shirt.

As I entered my bathroom, I quickly glanced at the still sleeping Michael. Thank goodness the blanket was covering most of him.

I showered, changed into my fresh clothes and threw my hair up into a messy bun.

I walked out into the kitchen and nearly peed myself. Anna was home.

"Finally! Jesus you've never slept this late." She exclaimed. "Shush! The guy in my bed is going to wake up and he's gonna be grumpy with a hangover." I warned her. "Ooh you and Ellis finally did the dirty, huh?" She asked, wiggling her eyebrows. "No. Not Ellis. His name is Michael." I said slowly.

"What?! What about Ellis! How could you cheat on him?" She demanded. "Ellis cheated on me. I found out. We're over." I said miserably. "Oh. I'm so sorry babe." She said, rubbing my back. "It's okay. I'm fine." I said quickly, pulling away.

She nodded understandingly.

"I better go wake him up. Don't want him wandering around here naked." I said quietly. "Okay." Anna said. I returned to my room to a still sleeping Michael.

"Michael. Michael. Wake up!" I called from the foot of the bed. I waked over and shook him awake. "Huh? Who are you?" He demanded, sitting up. "The girl from the club. And you're in my bed." I replied. He blushed scarlet. "Oh. I guess you want me to leave then?" He asked. "No no no! I mean yes but no. I'm not kicking you out. It's just that I have to go to work soon. And no offence but I don't want a total stranger in my flat alone." I explained. Be nodded. "Alright. Um if you give me privacy, I'll put my clothes back on and go." He said.

I nodded and exited my room.

"Is he leaving?" Anna asked. "I think so. He's putting his clothes back on." I said.

Just then Michael came into the kitchen. His hair was all flat on one side and his clothes were rumpled. "I'm off then. Thanks for... last night." He said awkwardly. I laughed. "It's all cool. Hey wait, can I have your number? You seem like a cool person." I asked. He blushed. "Uh sure. Give me your phone and I'll put it in." He replied. I handed him my phone and he tapped his number in. "Thanks..." he let his voice trail off. "Lily. Lily Matthews." I filled in. He nodded. "Pretty name for a pretty girl."

I laughed nervously. "Thanks. I'll see you around then?" I asked awkwardly. "Sure thing. Text me." His called over his shoulder as he walked out of the flat.

"He was cute." Anna admitted. "Yeah. He's really nice to. Not the typical boy to hook up with." I agreed.