Didn't you know, Girls can be bad too.

"I didn't think you drank"?
"I don't, I didn't anyways"
"I think you've had enough" Miles leers trying to remove the half empty whiskey bottle from my hand. I push him away roughly and stand up all shaky and wobbly, unable to keep my balance and lean against the rock beside me. "And who do you think you are telling me when and what I've had enough of" I yell at him and drop the bottle at my feet.
"Lex..."
"only my friends can call me that, Damon" I stutter kicking one of the empty wine bottles at him. It smashes against a rock and the shards kick up and cut his legs, the pain on his face from the sting make me feel his pain. "Shit Miles I didn't mean, I'm sorry" I usher as he bends down to clean up my mess. "Don't Miles, leave it, I'll get it" I whisper bending down to his level as he cuts his hand on the broken glass. I take his hands in mine and look him in the eyes. He has a small but deep cut on his left cheek where some of the glass kicked up and got him. "Leave it, please" I beg as we stand up pulling each other upwards.