years regretting something. So hung up on one girl you can’t move on. I’m here to tell you that’s not true. There’s an unforgettable heartache in this world. I’m living it.
I went straight for the bar when we arrived, intending on getting drunk. Something had to take away this pain. Somehow, I would find a way.
I watched stalker-style as Frankie found Evie and whispered in her ear, only to be glared at by Shane.
Goddamn did I want to kick the shit out of this guy. It’d be so fucking easy to. His arm was around Evie. His dark hair shadowing his darker eyes. He had that menacing look to him, one that unnerved you because you knew, you just fucking knew he was capable of evil.
I stayed at the bar where I belonged tonight until Ethan found me and soon the drinking became a sport between the two of us. It had been so long since I drank that Ethan could out drink me in a heartbeat. He laughed when I stumbled back outside after our fifth round of Jager shots.
Once outside we eyed the stage as we stood there holding each other up. “Ethan, are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
He nodded. “Fuck yeah dude, you read my mind…It’s about time we got this party started!” Ethan agreed.
The band playing was more than willing to let us intervene. I’m not sure they wanted to see us play because we were good or if they wanted to see two drunken idiots trying to play. I grabbed the electric guitar as Ethan grabbed the other one.
We started with a few upbeat country songs everyone knew but then I knew right then was my only chance to make her see. Make her know where I stood in all this since she wouldn’t listen to me.
We debated a little on what song to do until I started playing the guitar to a song we both knew. “Sorry” by Buckcherry.
If there was ever going to be a song to express my feelings right then it was that song. If she wouldn’t listen, well, she couldn’t exactly leave without Shane knowing how she felt.
Ethan quickly followed my lead and nodded in agreement at the upbeat song. He knew why I picked it though. I’m no fool.
I looked directly at her, not caring what Shane thought . I winked at Evie.
Let her think about that…
If you would have told me a year ago I would be crying so hard every night for a past that seemed forgotten, a memory I thought would never come back, I would probably have said that’s completely possible.
If you would have told me that I let a guy force me to give him head alongside the road, I would have laughed at you. I wasn’t that girl.
I wasn’t this girl, I knew that much, the one crying so hard she can’t catch her breath and scrubbing her face so hard it became raw.
But you see, in a way, I was that girl. I am that girl.
We pulled into The Point right beside Ethan’s Jeep and Grayson’s truck. As we walked behind the bar where the party was I was bombarded by Frankie’s embrace again. She threw Shane an evil look. I glanced over at Shane but his friend Lance was pulling him away already. I hated Lance almost as much as I hated Shane…almost.
“You really did a number on Grayson this morning,” she whispered in my ear as she used my shoulder to adjust the strap of her shoe. “It took us three hours to convince him to come tonight.”
“I didn’t do anything to him!” I defended, angry that she was accusing me of hurting him even though I knew what I did but it bothered me to hear it out loud. After everything today, the last thing I needed right now was this shit.
“And YOU—” I accused, pushing Frankie. “Why didn’t you tell me he was home when I saw you yesterday? Did it just slip your mind while you were whoring me up?” I seethed.
“Now hold on there, tiger. He asked me not to and seeing how we share the same DNA I sided with him,” she said carelessly with a shrug of her shoulders. “I don’t understand why it matters.”
“I’ll keep that in mind the next time you need dirt on Ethan,” I seethed, glaring at
I went straight for the bar when we arrived, intending on getting drunk. Something had to take away this pain. Somehow, I would find a way.
I watched stalker-style as Frankie found Evie and whispered in her ear, only to be glared at by Shane.
Goddamn did I want to kick the shit out of this guy. It’d be so fucking easy to. His arm was around Evie. His dark hair shadowing his darker eyes. He had that menacing look to him, one that unnerved you because you knew, you just fucking knew he was capable of evil.
I stayed at the bar where I belonged tonight until Ethan found me and soon the drinking became a sport between the two of us. It had been so long since I drank that Ethan could out drink me in a heartbeat. He laughed when I stumbled back outside after our fifth round of Jager shots.
Once outside we eyed the stage as we stood there holding each other up. “Ethan, are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
He nodded. “Fuck yeah dude, you read my mind…It’s about time we got this party started!” Ethan agreed.
The band playing was more than willing to let us intervene. I’m not sure they wanted to see us play because we were good or if they wanted to see two drunken idiots trying to play. I grabbed the electric guitar as Ethan grabbed the other one.
We started with a few upbeat country songs everyone knew but then I knew right then was my only chance to make her see. Make her know where I stood in all this since she wouldn’t listen to me.
We debated a little on what song to do until I started playing the guitar to a song we both knew. “Sorry” by Buckcherry.
If there was ever going to be a song to express my feelings right then it was that song. If she wouldn’t listen, well, she couldn’t exactly leave without Shane knowing how she felt.
Ethan quickly followed my lead and nodded in agreement at the upbeat song. He knew why I picked it though. I’m no fool.
I looked directly at her, not caring what Shane thought . I winked at Evie.
Let her think about that…
If you would have told me a year ago I would be crying so hard every night for a past that seemed forgotten, a memory I thought would never come back, I would probably have said that’s completely possible.
If you would have told me that I let a guy force me to give him head alongside the road, I would have laughed at you. I wasn’t that girl.
I wasn’t this girl, I knew that much, the one crying so hard she can’t catch her breath and scrubbing her face so hard it became raw.
But you see, in a way, I was that girl. I am that girl.
We pulled into The Point right beside Ethan’s Jeep and Grayson’s truck. As we walked behind the bar where the party was I was bombarded by Frankie’s embrace again. She threw Shane an evil look. I glanced over at Shane but his friend Lance was pulling him away already. I hated Lance almost as much as I hated Shane…almost.
“You really did a number on Grayson this morning,” she whispered in my ear as she used my shoulder to adjust the strap of her shoe. “It took us three hours to convince him to come tonight.”
“I didn’t do anything to him!” I defended, angry that she was accusing me of hurting him even though I knew what I did but it bothered me to hear it out loud. After everything today, the last thing I needed right now was this shit.
“And YOU—” I accused, pushing Frankie. “Why didn’t you tell me he was home when I saw you yesterday? Did it just slip your mind while you were whoring me up?” I seethed.
“Now hold on there, tiger. He asked me not to and seeing how we share the same DNA I sided with him,” she said carelessly with a shrug of her shoulders. “I don’t understand why it matters.”
“I’ll keep that in mind the next time you need dirt on Ethan,” I seethed, glaring at
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