TONIGHT

a two shots Semi story

Breath in, breath out

Breath in breath out

That's what I've been repeating to myself since I locked myself here.

I know I'm not the perfect girlfriend, but I sure as hell do not deserve that. Seeing him with that blonde chick was probably one of the worst feelings ever.

-Alex. Come on! You can't be in there forever, open up!-. I hear my best friend yelling from outside my door

-Who said I can't?!-.

-Ugh Alex! Just get your ass over here. I have two tickets for this VIP bar thirty minutes away. Let's go-. How can I think about going on a party when I just caught my boyfriend cheating on me?

-I don't want to!-.

-ALEX! I'm going to kick the door off if you don't get your ass off there-. Ugh this bitch

-Okay! Okay, give me some minutes until I dress up-.

-I'll be down-. I nod but then realize she can't see me. Oh, who cares

I am halfway into my small walk in closet when my phone starts ringing. Ugh Harper, can't you be any more annoying?

DEAN

Hey Russo, why did get out of school in such a rush? Are you busy tonight? ;)

I can't believe him, I can't fucking believe him.

-Promise it will be just one hour?-. I ask Harper as she pulls over outside a building which music coming from inside can't be any louder.

-One hour-. She smiles at me and I nod giving up at my attempt to make her feel guilty for making her best friend come to a party when she feels like shit. I close my door and follow her. The two guards outside barely have the chance to open their mouths when Harper is already hanging them the tickets. They just nod and let the rope fall, allowing us to get it.

Jesus Christ, if this is VIP I can't imagine how an all access bar will be. There is no room for any other person and that makes me feel sick. I'm not a crowd person, I hate crows. That's the reason why I make my own concerts and parties outside the substation; I definitely do not fit here.

-Grab something you like-. What the hell does that suppose to mean? Two seconds after she whispers that, my best friend is gone. Great

Tonight I'm getting over you is blasting at its maximum and I can't help but think about Dean. What did I do wrong? Was it because I didn't want to have sex with him? Man, I'm too young for that! He should understand that.

I look around searching for a place to sit up and I immediately find it. I walk forwards and sit over a red leather couch placed in the corner. Why did I agreed to this? Oh yes, I have an annoying as fuck best friend. Ugh well, whatever. I can have as much drinks as I want, so I guess this isn't that bad. I walk to the bar and ask for an absolute. After a minute or less my drink is in my hands and my feet are walking back to the couch.

Letting Go by Sean Kingston starts and I'm still just looking around. I don't even feel like dancing. What the hell is wrong with me? I'm Alex Russo and Alex Russo never lets people get her do—WHAT? My hand loses its grip on my glass and my drink falls all over my legs, wetting every piece of denim. What is Dean doing here? And what is that bitch doing with him, AGAIN? I want to run away but I don't know why my body isn't moving. I can't move a bit. He turns to me and his eyes go wide. Please don't come over, please don't.

-Russo! What are you doing here?-. I scoff in my mind. I should be the one asking that

-What are YOU doing here? With her-. I point at the blonde who I caught making out with my boyfriend just a few hours ago.

-Well I had tickets for here and I sent you a message but you didn't reply, so I invited her, she's my whole life friend, Marissa-. I tried so hard to pretend I believe him but I just can't.

-Yeah sure. So that means that I can make out with Harper on the school janitor's closet because she's my whole life friend, am I right?-. He is surprised for a moment before he starts looking around searching for nothing.

-Ha..what? Russo, what are you talking about?-. I roll my eyes and pull on my jeans from the thighs. This thing is just making me angrier. Why do I don't care about him all of a sudden? I was crying over him just a moment ago, wasn't I?

-You know what? I don't care. We're done, have fun with your slut-. And with that said, I walk to the bathroom. A few tears roll down my cheeks as I push open the door roughly

-OWW THE HECK!?-. I mentally slap myself as I feel the door crash with something that wasn't the wall behind

-Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! Let me help you-. I stretch my hand down, grabbing her hand between mine. Oh my goodness, she's so beautiful. Those are the most beautiful pair of brown eyes I've ever seen

-Uh hello? You there?-. I shake my head and focus back on what she is saying. When did she get up? She smiles up at me and I can't help but smile back. That's the most interesting a cute smile I've ever seen.

-Hey, are you okay?-. She asks leaning in closer, never breaking eye contact. Shouldn't I be the one asking that? I almost break her beautiful face. Okay Russo, what's going on with you?

-Are you okay? I am so sorry I didn't see you. That looks so bad-. I reach my hand up and touch the small bruise that is forming on her forehead

-Don't worry. Accidents happen, it just hurts a little-.

-Come here-. I grab her hand and I feel shiver make its way up my arm at the touch. What is happening in here? I walk her until a leather couch. Wow this bar sure it's fancy. I grab a few pieces of paper and wet them before squeezing them a little bit, quitting the extra water. I walk back to her and place it over the bruise. She is really gorgeous, her skin is soft and those chocolate eyes look so alluring, so inviting. I give another quick look at her face and notice she has freckles; cutest thing ever

-I'm Rosie-. She whispers looking at me over the paper hanging in front of her eyes.

-Alex-.

Part two or not? (: