65. I'M DRUNK.

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ANDRÉ'S POV:

"If I just have only little joy remaining..... You you just want to take it away!" She just kept on crying as she hit me more. I thought she was against hitting of males! "So what if you don't see the snow....I DO! and it is so beautiful! Why crush my happiness? Who do it Dré?! Why?!?! Just to even agree I'm your girlfriend is a freaking problem for you!"

"But Gabriella you a—" I tried to talk but she cut me off.

"Don't." She raised up her finger to shut me up. "Don't say that." More tears started to erupt. "Why do you like hurting me?"

"I'm not hurting you. I'm just telling you the truth. If you weren't drunk, I know you won't be saying any of this."

"Just stop okay! You're an ass! And I hate it! You like hurting me. You don't care about me."

"Of course I do. I do care about you. A lot."

"No you don't! You're not also kind to me. You're always mean to me even though I'm kind to you despite all the despicable things you do to me. I hate it and I hate you! So much!

Shit!

I caught her wrists. " Let go of me!"

"I won't.....I-I-I'm not going to. Please, don't say you hate me. I know you don't. It irks my skin when you say that."

She's drunk, she's really drunk. And really mad. There are two things I can do to calm her down. One, I can kiss her, or, two, I can utter a sentence I thought I would never say to a girl.

Kissing her would definitely not be a bad idea but I can't do that. So I decided on the latter. I can't believe I'm doing this. But it'll just be for the night....yeah, for the night, just to make her happy. It won't go pass the night, for sure.

"Gabriella I can't be your boyfriend. I don't even deserve that title nor would I ever deserve it. You need someone better than me. But.........I wanna ask you something I have never asked a girl before."

She sniffles as she relaxed. "What is it?"

"Will you......will you be my half girlfriend?"

"What?" She blinked her eyes a couple of times as I let go of her wrists. Her face was filled with several emotions. I couldn't pick which one she truly was. "André......what did you say?"

Shit! She's mad! "I uhh, I asked you to be my girl.....I mean my half girlfriend. For real."

Just for the night.

I wanted to add.

"What the hell is a half girlfriend?" She demanded an answer so calmly but in such an intimidating way as she shifted forward to me making me cowardly shift back. She hovered on me as her face became closer to mine but I still shifted back. "Answer me."

"It's like we are both friends and but there's a little connection between us and uhhh ummm.....I really don't know I just want you to be my half girlfriend." I don't know how it happened but she hovered all over me as she straddled me while my body was made to lay on the floor.

Her devilish eyes raked my lips. I thought she was going to kiss me but she surprised me when her lips hovered on the sensitive area behind my ear. I groaned in response. She knew that was a weak spot for me. She continued to tease me on my neck area then she spoke.

"I affect you."

I opened my eyes and realized what she wanted to do. Does she want to give me the same treatment I gave her that day? 'Cause she just said what I said to her that time.

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