WILL YOU STAY? {c.t.h}

two: mess

june 28

"what do you think you two are doing?" a girl with a sweet young voice asked.

she's my goal, literally man. she's so pretty! i wish i can be like her. she wore a black dress similar to mine's but she pulled it way more perfectly and more beautiful.

"hannah, this is becca. she's ashton's sister. becca, this is hannah." hannah shook hands with me and half-smiled,"she's my girlfriend."

the lucky girl is calum's girlfriend. they make a cute couple. "i thought you're cheating on me! god, i would kill the two of you if that happened."

at first she was being serious at what she said but then she laughed. "funny! i wouldn't do that. i'm not a crazy possessive girlfriend if you think i am."

by then, the two of us, hannah and i, went inside the bar and left calum. i was having a good time and the fact that she is so so nice makes me insecure. i wish i was her.

"look at those idiot guys playing around while girls are checking them out." glenda said and smirked. i laughed along with her. she's just too nice and cool. no wonder calum asked her to be his girlfriend.

i looked at the crowd finding calum drinking. then then there's this violet-headed chick beside him whispering to his ears.

after a few moments, i am all by myself. i love being alone in some sort of ways. deep inside my head, i know i still have some important stuff to do. but i'm here and i chose to be here, i just need to accept the outcome of what i've done.

i closed my eyes, sleepy.

"want a drink?" calum asked from behind me and i smiled. maybe tonight is a good night for at least just one drink. i'm only 17 so... REALLY, JUST ONE.

after i had finished this drink, i asked ashton to buy me another one. i'm still worrying about me getting intoxicated because i can be so annoying and embarrassing when i am drunk. i got drunk once, not intentionally because i was forced by my boyfriend, well ex.

"thanks!" i shouted over the music as to calum cannot hear. he moved in closer to me and placed his ear near my lips. i repeated what i said and he just gave me a confused look.

"be careful on that. knowing you, you're alcohol capacity can be so very very low that you feel a tad bit tipsy in just one drink." he smirked at me, making me roll my eyes at him and wanting to punch his face. i can be so very brutal sometimes. well, that's just me.

"how'd you know?" and also, i was a bit surprised because no one knew that i am like that. even my brother, best friend, and me myself.

"i don't know. you just look like you are. and also, your face is too innocent for a bar like this." we'll see about that, hood. i'm not as innocent as you think i am.

i ignored what he said, i don't want to be pissed now. i kind of proved him i'm not who he thought i was and i regretted it. i may have drank too much.  "are you alright?" do i look alright? the last thing i ever imagine to happen is to vomit, well i did. "fuck, you vomited on my shirt!" i coughed and round two came, on his shirt again.

"oh christ," i don't have the power to apologize 'cause i really feel bad. i felt his arm. "i'll take you out, the housekeeper wouldn't be happy cleaning your mess." he accompanied me outside. the last thing i remember is that i'm on the grass, having the round three.

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my head hurts! i breathe heavily, i still have hangover right now. i opened my eyes, seeing the white duvet wrapped around my body. am i naked? i gently pulled up the duvet. i'm still on my undies. i was shocked to see a man on the left side standing with his back facing me, a jet black hair. who the fuck is that?