Oneshots

Saved from Ex at the bar

I walked into the bar with my friends. Their energy was buzzing with excitement while mine failed to meet theirs. I seemed to be the only one that realized though.

They believed that I was over him, but I wasn't. No one held power over me like he did, I would break through iron gates if he simply called my name. They thought I understood that he only wanted to toy with me and I did, but I kept going back to him because he was the only one that acknowledged me. He said I was pretty when others overlooked me, he said I was enough when others continuously left me, he treated me like I was worth something, but that was only behind closed doors.

The smell of stale beer, BO, and fries filled my senses and snapped me out of my thoughts. I was here to forget and to try to have a good time. I followed the group over to the bar where I assumed we would be getting shots, but I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw him.

He was here.

He was here with another girl. I knew I had no claim on him but it hurt. It hurt to see that he could look at another girl the way he looked at me. I was replaceable and one in a million, he had lied.

Realizing I was standing alone on the floor I quickly caught up to my friends and grabbed the first glass containing alcohol and downed it without a second thought.

It burned.

I would do anything to purge my brain of its recent thoughts. The chattering died a few octaves and was completely cut when I slammed the glass down on the counter. I opened my eyes to see my friends staring at me with worried expressions.

"Do you have something to say?" I asked. But I was only met with loud swallowing from one of my friends. "Hello? Did something short circuit in your brains?"

"Well aren't you something," a deep unfamiliar voice says to my left.

I glanced over and noticed a man with dark hair, sharp edges, and sparkling eyes.

"What's it to you?"

"I don't know." What kind of person says that? I turn back around to my friends and notice one of them giggling. "Jake is here. And he brought a girl. They were all over each other."

"Where is he?" my friend Genevive asks me.

"Over there," I say as I point to him, and of course as soon as I acknowledge his presence he sees me pointing at them and smirks. He fucking smirks and proceeds to start kissing her neck while maintaining eye contact. I feel like my stomach just turned into acid, my eyes start to burn. I turn away.

"We told you Harlow," my friend Jamie says, "he doesn't care about you, it's time to move on and make him jealous."

"How can I do that? Look at me I wasn't enough to make him want me. How am I going to make him jealous?"

"By doing this," all of a sudden I'm being turned around towards that guy and his lips are on mine. His lips are on mine and I'm going to kill him. His lips are on mine and his tongue is in my mouth, and it feels nice. The thoughts of torment fade from my brain as his presence melts my mind and its capability of rational thought.

He pulls away and smiles,

"No you got two things from me, my drink and a kiss." He gets up to leave as I stare at him dumbfoundedly, "but don't worry, you only owe me for the drink."

Well shit.