My shoes are an unknown object while I dance my feet raw. It's all I can do to not have more alcohol. But the taste lingers on my tongue. The bitter, mind altering taste that nothing can wash away. I shouldn't have had that drink but I got caught up in the moment.
‘Baby we tried to fight itWe all been there some days’Chiara is now in front of me dancing.‘Send your location, come through’I run my hand through my now loose hair and above my head as I snake my body to the music. Chiara and I both jump to the beat.Chiara has drink in her hand and it takes everything in me to not snatch it from her hands and gulp it down. So instead I close my eyes and let the music take over.When the song finishes, I leave the dance floor for the first time since I had that drink.I find Jared standing with Aidan and a bunch of people I’ve seen around but don’t know. As if he can sense that I glanced at him, Jared’s eyes lock into mine. He’s still talking to the group but his eyes are locked on mine.A very drunk Danika loops her arm through mine and tugs me towards the group. We slot in with Danika next to Aidan and me next to a very tall, ginger man. Jared still hasn’t taken his eyes from me and I haven’t dared look away from him.Danika drags Aidan to dance. Jared immediately takes her spot next to me. The other guys in the group start to scatter around the room. Leaving me and Jared alone.“Enjoying the party?” He asks.“Yup. You?” I tear my eyes from I’m to the dance floor.“Mhmm.” I glance over and he’s looking at me so intently.“So,” I start, “did you eventually get your real drink?”“I did. Did you have anything?”“I did but I shouldn’t have.” I click my tongue and roll my eyes playfully before smiling back at him. “What did you have?”“Guess.” He says.I don’t know what possessed me, but I lean over and place my lips on his. I don’t think he expects it because it takes him a moment to respond. I part my lips slightly to let my tongue run along the seam of his lips. He immediately lets my tongue slip past and roam every inch of his mouth before he leans into me, holds my hips, and takes control of the kiss.He tastes good, sweet. He tastes like heaven. The taste of alcohol flees the moment I taste him. This is addicting. And Gods help me, he is a good kisser. I’ve never been kissed like this, touched like this. I don’t want him to stop. But we are both completely out of breath. I’m content to pass out from lack of oxygen if it meant not breaking the kiss but he has other plans.As he pulls away, my sense flood back to me and I pant, “Whiskey. A really fancy whiskey.”“What?” He asks. His eyes are on my lips and they are swirling darkness.“Your… uh,” he makes me a blubbering idiot. “Your drink. You had whiskey. Not that much because you don’t taste like whiskey.”“Whiskey.” He says absentmindedly. We just stand staring at each other.“Faye.” Chiara all but falls on me. I reach out to catch her, breaking the trance with Jared. Was that a growl that came from Jared?“You smell like breakfast.” Chiara slurs.“I should probably get her home.” I say to Jared.“Let me help you.” He reaches out for Chiara but she throws herself away from him, almost toppling both of us over.“No.” She sticks her finger out. “This is a girls evening. Faye and I will be just fine without you.” She waves her shakey finger around.Jared looks at me and I shrug.“I’ll get her home safe. Promise.” I say before wrapping Chiara’s arm around my shoulder. “Bye Jared.” I say with a heavy heart.“Bye Faye.” He says. Fuck I love the way he says my name._____________________________Once Chiara is tucked in bed and sound asleep, I start getting myself ready for bed.Chiara’s phone lights up on the nightstand. I don’t mean to pry but when the message says Dear Faye, I have to read it.‘Dear FayeI’m sure Chiara is passed out by now so I hope you’ll see this.I had a really amazing time with you this evening. I haven’t danced in a long time and dancing with you was amazing.I hope you feel the same.Sleep tightJared’I keep staring down at the message. He enjoyed dancing with me!No Faye!! Get it together. You can’t feel things for him. You can’t break his heart when it’s time to leave.But am I not allowed one evening of happiness every now and then?‘Good night JaredSweet dreamsAll my loveFaye’Monday morning is strange. Some people are overly happy, giddy almost. While others are angry. I wonder what happened? Maybe I should ask someone what’s going on. “Hi.” Chiara links her arm through mine giving me heart failure. “Sorry.” She says sheepishly but doesn’t remove her arm as I clutch my chest. “It’s okay.” I say as we walk through the corridors. She starts chatting too chipper for a Monday morning. “Listen Chiara, if we’re going to be friends, I don’t do mornings well. Especially not Monday mornings. It’s too early for happy.” “Okay.” She drops the smile. “I can do dreary.” She leans her head on my shoulder. “Thank you.” I sigh and Chiara drags me to class. __________________“Hey.” I sit with Chiara at lunch. “Hey Faye.” Jared smiles at me.
I rush to answer the knock at the door. “Hey Faye. I just want to apologise for earlier. I didn’t… oh fuck! What happened?” Chiara reaches out. Before Chiara can touch me I reach out and wipe the blood oozing from the wound on my cheek. My left eye waters at the contact. “Nothing. I’m fine.” “You’re not. You’re bleeding. It looks like…”“FREYAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!” The voice booms from inside. “Who is…” “FUCKING WENCH!” Glass shatters inside and I wince. “Chiara, I need you to never come back here unannounced again. Okay?”“O-o-okay.” She looks shell shocked. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow. I promise.” I close the door as she walks away. I head upstairs to my mothers room. “Fucking whore.” She
Faye“Morning.” Chiara greets and hands me a coffee. “Thanks.” I sip the seriously cup. “God that’s good.” “Morning Ladies.” Nick saunters over and rests in arm around Chiara’s shoulders. “Morning, Nick.” She says sweetly with a smile. “Are we ready for departure?” He says loudly. “Shhhhhhhhhhh.” I close my eyes and wrap both hands around the warm coffee cup. “It’s too early for excitement.” “She’s not a morning person.” Chiara says. I open my eyes to see her giggling. “Morning everyone.” Aidan says and he walks towards us with his arm around Danika’s waist. Jared, Ben and a girl whose name I don’t know follow closely behind, laughing. I love the sound of Jared’s laugh. His laugh alone makes me not hate this morning as much. It ev
The day goes by so painfully slow. Our group is paired with the one Jared’s in and all I can think about, breathe in, is the little slag draping herself on Jared like a fur coat. The thought of shooting and skinning her cane through my mind a couple times. Except instead of a coat, I would turn her into a rug so I could trample her and then take her outside and beat her with a stick. And Aidan was nothing but friendly with me the whole day. At dinner we sat across from each other at the 2 seater table. The exercise is to get to know your trip partner better seeing as we’re spending the next 2 days together. “How’s your cheek doing?” He asks while sipping his milkshake. “I can barley see it.”“The power of makeup.” I smirk. “What about you? How are your buckles doing?”“Fine.” He flexes his fingers. “All healed.”“Good.” I smil
It’s about 11 at night. Everyone is finally asleep. I quietly dig in my bag. Once I have everything I need, I use the tree outside our window to reach the ground. I move at a swift run down the streets. Winding through the high rise city. The blinding lights and fancy stores don’t distract me from running to the stunning building. I catch my breath before heading into the lobby and swaggering to the desk. Faye is replaced by Pixie. “I’m here for Mr Texiera.” I say to the receptionist. “You can go up.” She gestures to the elevator. “Floor 4.”I head to the elevator. Once the doors close I drop the bag on the floor and look in the mirror. I straighten my black leather shorts and tug the collar of my ankle length black coat. I straighten the top hat with bunny ears on my head, the hat hiding my hair. No makeup. The scar on my cheek still a sickly sweet pink. The door opens a
“Don’t talk to me till I’ve had coffee.” I announce to our breakfast table as I slump into the chair and put my head on the table. “Maybe if you were sleeping instead of sneaking into people rooms at night, you wouldn’t be so tired I think the morning.” Jared whispers in my ear as he sits down. I chuckle. “Maybe.” “Her Jared.” A very peppy Daisy bounces over. “Can I sit?” “Sure.” Jared says looking annoyed. She quickly grabs a chair from another table. “Do you mind moving over, Frey?”“It’s Faye.” You cunt, I think to myself as I glare at her and scoot my chair over. “I don’t like her either.” Aidan leans over and whispers. “Do you think if I slit her throat anyone would miss her?” “”Her hair stylist. Making it that un
Faye I try to take a deep breath but something heavy’s on my chest. I open my eyes and wince at the stream of light poking through the curtain from the never sleeping city. God my head hurts. This, this is why I stopped drinking. But looking down at a sleeping Jared, the throbbing dulls. He is so gorgeous when he sleeps. He snores like a sailer though. I run my hand gently through his silky hair. He moans lightly and scrunches his nose before his pretty green eyes sparkle as they stare into mine. “Morning.” I say softly. “Morning.” His voice is rough and god help me how it turns me on. “What time is it?”I look over at the clock on the wall. “5:45”“In the morning?” He whines. “Then go back to sleep.” I start playing with his hair again. “We need to talk.” He snuggles back into me though. &
Jared ‘Snorting Cocaine off of our mate!’ Flint growls at me. ‘But she’s here now.’ I reply. Looking down I didn’t know a person could feel so many emotions. She makes me so angry and then so confused and so fucking happy. She makes me happy. This little bundle of spunk. I can’t believe she managed to pin me! She’s so perfect. It’s going to be hard to not be possessive over her in public but I’ll do my best. And the whole being in only one part of her life was a shock but I’ll take it. I’ll take anything she gives me. ‘You did good.’ Flint purrs looking down at her too. I smile and stroke her hair. She fell asleep in my arms after our early morning conversation. I think this perfect woman holds a lot of secrets, a weight on her shoulders. It’s going to take a lot to convince her share the burdens she carries. ‘Don’t ever le