Chapter 25

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After 6 different cocktails, we were both wasted. Not wasted in the sense of not knowing what the hell we were doing, but wasted in the sense of not being able to walk straight and giggle at almost everything. It had been a while since the both of us had gotten wasted like this, but it was fun.

"So then Marco was like, please go out with me," Selina chuckled.

"And what did you say?" I asked slightly slurring.

"I said no, but then he grabbed me," she smirked.

"Ohhh, grab you where?" I winked.

"I wished he grabbed my ass! He is being too much of a gentleman," she groaned.

"You slût!" I gasped and then burst out laughing.

"What? A girl needs some action," she chuckled.

"Then you grab his ass," I suggested.

"I might if he keeps on making those polite moves," she smirked.

I was about to say something when I felt the vibration of my phone inside my clutch. I pulled out my phone and saw a new text message...from Neymar?!

"Why are you looking like you have seen a dead body?" Selina chuckled.

"Neymar," I mumbled.

"What?" she yelled, because there was loud music playing in the background.

"Neymar texted me," I said.

"What did he say?" she asked.

I shrugged and opened the message.

"I hope your finals went well," was all it said.

I showed her the message which made her frown.

"He remembered?" she asked.

"I guess," I said.

"Are you going to reply him?" she asked.

"Nah, let's get another cocktail!" I said.

An hour and 3 more cocktails later, my head was spinning. Selina looked like she was about to pass out any minute.

"Let's get home!" I slurred, trying to get up.

"Mmm," she mumbled.

I tried to pull her up, when my phone went off.

"What?" I snapped into the phone.

"Fleur?" he asked.

"Uh Ney," I grunted.

"Where are you?" he asked.

"Drinking, uh no! I mean we are at a bar!" I slurred.

"We?" he asked.

"Selina," I said.

"You didn't reply my text message so that's why I called," he said.

"What text?" I asked, because my memory failed me.

"How much did you drink?" he asked.

"Sorry what?" I yelled, because the music got louder and I barely heard him.

He ended the call without answering.

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Edited 17/1/2016

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