The Bartender | L.H

Drink 6

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My eyes diverted away from his bare chest, my cheeks heating the slightest from the blurry memories of the previous night. I knew it was a mistake, I liked Ashton and all but just as a friend. A really good friend. I didn't want anything more and I didn't think he did either. We were both drunk and stupid. I gulped down some water, staring at the counter as I heard someone running down the stairs, shoes pounding loudly making my head do the same.

 "Hey Genevieve!" Ashton shouted, breaking me from my thoughts.

"What?" I asked my eyes widening slightly as I looked up at him.

"I've been repeating your name for the longest time, you okay there?" He chuckled and I nodded.

"Listen, we should talk." He said biting his lip and I felt the lush trying to creep back.

"U-um. About what?" I asked him as I looked back at the counter, using my finger to trace across the marble swirls.

"Last night." He said and I sighed.

"Ashton the kiss was ju-" I started but he cut me off, leaning in and kissing me just like the previous night before, I went to push him away just as I heard someone walking in.

"What's wrong?" Ashton asked confused, I guess he thought I wanted to be more than friends. I glanced over to see who had walked in and I saw the familiar tall figure. I know it was bad to do but I pulled Ashton back to me and kissed him harder. I wanted to prove to Luke I wasn't going for him; he made it clear he wasn't going for me. Ashton didn't protest and he kissed me roughly, his body moving to mine as his hands were around my face.

"Damn slut." I heard Luke mumbled under his breath as I heard the fridge opening, guessing he was grabbing a drink. I felt his presence soon leave, the front door was opened and slammed shut from what I could hear; it was a repeat from what happened last night but without the yelling. I guess that showed who it was the previous night. I immediately pulled away from Ash, out of breath as I looked at him. He was smirking slightly as he looked at me.

"I didn't think you felt the same Gen." he said rubbing his hands over my sides and I gulped. I was an idiot yes I admit, I didn't like Ashton that way, not that he wasn't hot as hell but I just wanted to be friends, and I kissed him out of spite. I wanted to make Luke jealous for some reason. Prove something to him. I didn't respond to Ashton, and he took that silence to his advantage, leaning in to kiss me again to which I slipped off the counter from under him.

"I-I have to go. I'll see you later." I said quickly, rushing out of the kitchen and through the living room, making my way to the front door. I walked out, almost running into a body that was sat on the front step, smoking. It was Luke. I gulped and ran past him, and down the rest of the steps, running to my front door. I unlocked it as quickly as possible and got inside, shutting the door and sliding down it, out of breathe.

"Fuck fuck fuck" I whispered, hitting my head off the wooden frame.

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"So things are going good?" My friend asked over the phone as I lay upside down on my bed.