My Sexy, Possessive, Mate.

The Wooden Box.

Scarlett's P.O.V:
I saw him tugging at the blondes corset and figured there was something going on between the two, because for starters what random would do that unless they were going to get it on, which comes to my second point, they did come to the club together.
I don't see why I can't stop thinking about it though, I mean there's obviously something going on between the two and we only just met, and what kind of man growls!?

I clenched the cold, glass bottle in my hand as my feet lead me into the darkness, the small circles of light created by the tall street lights passing by quickly vanished as the cold breeze began to replace it.

I stared at my white converse that we're now almost invisible as the light gradually disappeared, taking all my hope and happiness with it.

It hurt to know Jayden hadn't change since high school. It bugged me that Alex had me in his tight grip and what for? It especially annoyed me when I left and not even once did Jayden try to stop that red head girl, he had the nerve to accept her in front of me.

"Ahhh fuck!" I whisper yelled to myself, as the vodka slipped from my hand and crashed into shards on the black ground. I looked up to see what I stubbed my toe on, only to find a plain old, wooden box. I got down on my hands and knees to allow my eyes to adjust to the darkness.