(A/N) I noticed that I get less and less reads on my chapters, so I guess my writing isn't that good but thank you to the people still reading this <3
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JOSH'S POV
Tyler had been avoiding me at all costs the last week. Of course I had tried talking to him.
I just wanted to know why he would end the little "fling" that we had going on.
He had explained that it wasn't important why he didn't want us to fuck anymore.
Somehow I don't believe him.
At least I feel like it's important because Tyler had been one of the few people in my life that I really care about.
And believe me when I say that I had tried telling him that but that was the last time we talked because he had slapped me and ran out of the club.
Since then, he wouldn't even look at me.
And I have noticed that Frank and Chris had been coming here more often. Almost everyday, and I'm sure that they have fucked Tyler more the last week than I had fucked him the whole time we have known each other.
Right now for instance, Chris had Tyler pressed up against the wall rubbing his dick.
"Is this fucking allowed." I asked Vic, pointing at both of them.
He must have noticed that I was getting worked up because he just shrugged his shoulders and smirked a little.
"What are you smiling at?" I slapped him lightly in the back of his head. Did he really think that this was funny? It sure as hell wasn't funny to me.
"Sorry dude, but you're like so in love with him." He laughed, now fixing a drink to a girl sitting by the bar.
"I so am not." I snapped back at him.
I was not in love with Tyler. I admit that at some occasions I had been wanting to actually date Tyler. But I mean that would never work. Right?
"You totally are, and I know-" He raised his voice at little "-that he definitely is in love with you too."
His words shocked me a little. How could he know? I glanced at Tyler making out with Chris. I still couldn't imagine how it feels kissing an old man with greasy hair and yellow teeth.
Tyler lifted his eyes a little quickly making eye contact with me.
That's the most contact I've had with him in days. "Wow, progress" I muttered making sure Vic couldn't hear me.
Tyler didn't break the eye contact when he slowly inched his hand downwards Chris's body and suddenly grabbed his dick trough his pants. He was rubbing his clothed dick while Chris sucked on his neck.
The sight made me want to puke.
Tyler must have sensed my discomfort because he smirked and turned back to him and started kissing him again.
What the fuck did I do to him?
He was the one who didn't want to be with me anymore. What a dick.
"Can someone here make me a Margarita." A clearly drunk man came up to the bar yelling. I had already finished making one a while ago but the guy ordering it left before I had the chance to give it to him.
I handed him the drink as he handed me the cash.
"Wanna fuck?" He asked.
Well that was straight forward.
I looked up at Tyler again and decided that two can play that game.
No one was by the bar and Vic just rolled his eyes at me.
"Okay but this is the last god damn I'm gonna let you leave to fuck some." He hushed me away.
I jumped over the bar trying to look as cool as possible. The intoxicated man just laughed and grabbed my hand.
"Let's dance." I whispered in his ear, making sure we stood where Tyler could see us.
We were just dancing around for a while, me trying to get comfortable around the guy.
After I while I could see Tyler's eyes staring at me. I made sure to take that as an opportunity to start grinding my ass on the man's crotch.
He grabbed me by the hips forcefully and made me grind harder against him.
He was letting out breathy moans and I could smell the alcohol on his breath.
I looked up and saw that Tyler was still intensely staring me up and down. He looked mad. What reason did he have to be mad?
He started this.
The man turned me around so I was now facing him and he started kissing down my neck. He sucked on the same spot for a while making me let out a loud accidental moan.
The next thing I felt was someone's hand grabbing my arm and dragging me away from the man.
I snapped my head towards the person who had dragged me away from the dance floor.
Of course it was Tyler.
"So we're not gonna fuck?" The man yelled after me.
I could feel Tyler visible tense at the man's words. He made a "call me" sign and walked over to another guy. He must be really drunk because he didn't even give me his number.
Tyler dragged me into the changing rooms.
He was just wearing some lace panties and a bralette.
(a/n just imagine no boobs)
I must admit that he looked incredibly hot.
"What are you doing?" He whispered harshly at me.
"What do you mean?" I played dumb.
"Why were you gonna fuck that guy?"
"Who said I was going to fuck him? I smirked.
"Josh." He just sighed and rubbed his cheeks with his hands in a distressed matter.
"Why do you get to fuck other people but I don't?" I asked clearly sounding irritated at his stupid behavior.
He just looked at me for a while like I was some dumb clown.
"You know I don't have a choice." His voice now softer.
"You sure as hell looked willing out there."
"I-i don't-" He started but never finished.
"Didn't think so." I just rolled my eyes at him pushing him out of my way and walked towards the exit of the changing rooms.
"I wanted to make you jealous, okay?" He yelled at me.
I quickly turned around at his sudden outburst.
"Why?" I asked simply.
"Because I l-love you." He spilled out.