Brienne's P.O.V.
Shot after shot after shot. I let burn down my throat to the point it became numb. The alcohol seeping through my body until I'm drowsy with no mental state of such. Every step I take I end up stumbling into a wall or tripping over people. The music blaring through my ears, my mind whirling away, the adrenaline pumping through my veins.
I sit on a couch, the smoke of marijuana clouding the air above me. Surrounded by old and new faces. We sit there with cups of alcohol, majority high like kites. Apart from me though, I'm just completely intoxicated, I tilt my head to the side and watch as Bexley grinds her body against a guy with auburn hair, devouring his mouth with her tongue. The site itself would normally make me cringe but right now, I have no idea what's going on. I stand up and stumble over towards the living area, where the is a large crowd of people dancing and more alcoholic beverages. Before my mind can catch up to my body I find myself swinging my hips to the beat of the song, wiggling my ass round and round. I tilt my head back looking up as I allow the music to control my body before I feel rough hands groping my body. I spin around and look up at him, he is tall and lanky with sandy blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes. He spins me back round and grips my ass before smacking it.
"Best you keep shaking that juicy booty of yours" He says into my ear making me groan in disgust. His hands begin to move up from my ass to my hips then towards my chest, but he doesn't stop there. One more move mate and I will break those hands. Before I know it his hands have found my breasts and are rubbing them. For god's sake!. I whip around quickly swiping his hands away before looking up at him with a glare.
"Don't you fucking dare put a finger on me, I am not your property" I snap at him.
"Well, aren't you a feisty little tiger eh?. But sorry sweetheart to me you don't seem to be anybody's property. I've watched you all night waiting for a boyfriend or guy to approach you, but nothing. So now your all mine, darl." He said a smirk taking over his face. Now that snapped something in me, pulled me out of my haze and fired me up. No man can talk to me like that.
I let out an annoyed grunt before sweeping my leg out knocking him clean to the floor on his back. He gasps at the impact and I kneel down beside him.
"What's the matter?, can't breathe?. Isn't that just funny. Looks like it's your ass on the floor and I guess that's the only one you will be seeing. Goodnight. Darl.." I say to him slowly before pulling back my fist and slamming it into his face knocking his head back against the wooden floor with a bang. I stand up, looking around to check if anyone saw that but everyone is too drunk to care. I then waltz over towards the alcohol and grab a bottle of vodka before walking back to the same couch and sitting down.Thank god they moved the weed somewhere else, I think to myself. Before inspecting the bottle in my hands, thinking about should I just get wrecked or go home?. Oh wait I don't have a home. Fuck it.
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Jayden's P.O.V.
Jab, jab, jab I repeat over and over on the boxing bag. Feeling the skin on my knuckles shred from the impact and force of the punches. The stinging feeling in my knuckles only satisfy's me more as I punch even harder into the bag with a loud bang.
"Woah, slow down there champ" my trainer says to me. I grunt before moving onto another bag which is very stiff and only for those who are specially trained, 10 kicks each side alternating repetitively enjoy the burn each time.
"Why are you going so hard today?" he asks me. I stop what I'm doing and control my breathing as I look at him dripping wet with sweat, with peeled knuckles and red shins in nothing but a pair of shorts. I bend down and grab my towel and bottle of water. After wiping the sweat off my face and having a drink I face him once again, my body towering over his.
"It's the only way to control it" I say to him crossing my arms over my chest.
"Control it?" he says.
"You know. Anger. Pain. It's the only way I know how to. By hurting people or destroying objects." I say with a shrug before shaking out my arms and legs, jumping side to side. I get into stance and carry on into the trance I was in.
After an hour of endless punching, kicking, running and lifting weights. I can't help but ache, my knuckles dripping with blood and stinging, my legs bruised from the force I was using on the stiffest bag and entire body sweaty and hot. I unwrap my hands from the wraps to inspect the damage while walking towards the shower rooms. It's worse than I thought, but I will live. I strip down before hopping into the shower and letting the cold water, cool my aching muscles and stinging knuckles. After cooling down I step out, with the towel hanging loosely around my hips, searching through my clothes to find my boxers, that is until my phone starts buzzing. I pick my phone up and can't help but feel shocked and surprised at the name flashing on my screen...
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Un-Predictable
Teen FictionThis story is about a teenage girl called Brienne with a messy past and tough exterior, however when she meets short tempered Jayden Stone with a bad boy attitude. Their worlds come crashing around them, as they face a series of messy, painful and l...
