I woke up with the sound of my ringtone. Chandelier by Sia.
I looked for my phone on my bag.
"Hello." I answered while stretching and yawning. I didn't even bother looking at the caller ID.
"Hey honey. Won't be home for dinner. I have a lot of things to do for the runway." It was mom.
"Oh. Ok mom." Then the other line went dead. She didn't even bothered asking me how my day was. I got up from my bed. I checked the time. It was 7pm. I was bored. I decided to drive around. Too bad i did not get Maddison's number earlier. I went to the bathroom, took a long and relaxing shower. I miss the beach. After 30 mins i walked out of the shower. Walked in on my closet. I found a blue dress. It was 2 inches above my knees. I paired it with my black stilleto. I grabbed my channel chained bag and put my phone and wallet there. Also my fake id just incase. I put on some mascarra and some hot pink lipstick. I curled the end of my hair. Feeling satisfied with my look i went down and grab my car keys.
Party time!
Back on Miami, i would always go to parties. Or shall i say im always invited to parties. I drive and drive and drive until i found this club. Carribean. Sounds fun.
I entered the club without a problem. I just showed my fake id and the bouncer didn't even checked it. Maybe i really looked like 18 or more. I shrugged my shoulder and headed towards the bar. The place looks decent and fun. The name says it all. The place looks like caribbean. I missed home. Then i checked out my phone. I opened my facebook and as i saw a notification that made my blood boil. It was a tagged picture from Amanda. Let's say she's one of least fave person in the world. It was like they are on a bonfire party, she was sitting on a table and there was a man standing in front of her. Not just standing actually but kissing her. Her legs are wrapped on the guy's body. Well, the worst thing is he's not just any random guy. He's my boyfriend! The one i left in Miami, the one who cried on the airport, the one who promised we'll work the Long Distance Relationship thing and the one who said he loves me.
I went to the dancefloor and danced my heart out. I can see people staring at me but who cares! Nobody knows me here. I can do pretty much whatever I want. After dancing i went to the bar. I ordered some Strawberry Margarita. After 4 shots I felt my head spinning. But that did not stopped me.
"Another shot please." I ordered.
"I think u had enough and to think you're not even legal." The waiter replied.
"What made you think Im not legal? i have.."
"An Id which im sure is fake." The waiter cut me out and gave me a smirk.
"But you were giving me shots earlier." I said with a confused expression.
"You look like a mess earlier that's why Im giving you shots. i thought you needed them but now i think you had enough."
He explained turning his back on me.
"Whatever!" I shouted while grabbing my car keys and my chain bag. I went outside to get some fresh air. I saw a coffee shop just beneath the bar. I ordered Milk Based Frappe and sat on the stool. I browsed my facebook again. I opened Eric's timeline. I can see pictures from a party and he's with Amanda. They both look so happy. There was this one picture that he's doing a body shot with her. It was just 2 days and 1 night after I left end a lot of things happened.
I don't know how long i've been in the cafe. But when I got up and go to my car I noticed that the bar i was in earlier starts to close. My head feel so heavy. I was about to open the door when i lost my balance. I waited for the floor to meet my butt but it never happened.
"Hey. Are you ok?" A familiar voice asked me.
"Yup. Im good. Thanks." When i looked up it was the bartender from the bar. I straightened up and he held my shoulder.
"You sure? I feel so responsible. I should have not given you the shots earlier." He said.
"Don't worry. Im fine. " i smiled at him.
"Im Brylle by the way." He extended his hand to shake.
"Katie." I accepted his hand. "You close early." I pointed at the bar.
"Well yeah, every weekdays we close early. We're up until 12mn. Students have classes the next day. But Friday and Saturday night we're open till 4am." He explained.
I stared at him while he talks. He was tall. Like 6'3 or more. I can see his toned muscles on his plain white tee. He has blue eyes with messy blonde hair.
"Right!" I smacked my forehead remembering i still have class tomorrow. "I have to go. Nice meeting you Brylle." I went into my car and waived at him.
"Nice meeting you too. Drive carefully." He smiled. I looked back at him through the rearview mirror until i can see him no more.
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My Bartender
Teen Fiction"Another shot please." Katie ordered. "I think u had enough and to think you're not even legal." Brylle replied. "What made you think Im not legal? i have.." "An Id which im sure is fake." Brylle cut her out and gave her a smirk. "But you were givin...
