The Diary of Violet (Publishing Soon)

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Copyright © 2015 by Sophonie Garcia 💋

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AN: I'm writing this on the wattpad app so ignore all the grammar issues, autocorrect can be a bitch sometimes. This haven't been entirely proofread/edited either but enjoy!

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"Where the hell did you go?!" Maria asked, concern dripping from her voice as she shot up from the bar stool. A little drunk, she stumbled on her own two feet but caught herself so she wouldn't fall.

"Seriously, you were gone for hours and when we looked to the other side of the bar, you were nowhere in sight!" Melanie exclaimed alertedly, pointing a hand to the other side.

I let out a satisfying sigh, calmly shoving my hands into the pockets of my ripped jeans. It was so cute how my friends worried about my whereabouts, it constantly reminded me that they actually cared. However, I don't know how they would react about what I did earlier. So, I'm not going to tell them anything about it.

"I'm okay." I told them with a convincing smile, tilting my head cutely. "I just had to make a quick run to the bank."

"The bank, why?" Chelsea questioned, standing from her stool as well with her eyebrows crinkled in suspicion. It wasn't very often for them to hear me make runs to the bank, especially this late at night and since I always had money in my card. They studied me carefully, waiting for a valid explanation on why I left them in the middle of our celebration.

Did they really think I'll tell them now, especially in the middle of a bar with a thousand ears to tune in our conversation? I took turns to look at them individually before shrugging my shoulders. "I went to go deposit money, that's all." I half-lied, taking my seat on one of the stools and ordered the bartender to get us four rounds of patron. The girls mimicked my movements, sitting down as well.

"Did that hottie give you money or something? Was he one of those billionaires that paid pretty girls just for spending time with them?" Chelsea laughed.

I smirked, grabbing a shot when the bartender placed the rounds on the counter. In two seconds, I took a shot in one gulp and slammed the glass back on the counter, the burning sensation thick in my throat. "You can say that."

They bursted into a fit of excited giggles before taking their own shots. After that, we started rambling about what we were going to dress up as for Halloween, which was a few weeks away. During the conversation at some point, I stared at the clear liquid in my glass and thought about my stupid actions tonight. I promised to myself and him that I wouldn't do anything like that anymore.

Geez, I'm starting to think I'm addicted to it.

Oh well, it's like not anyone's going to find out about it. It's not like I'm going to get caught, I always get away with everything.