Hello peps! This is a new story idea I came up with that i've been itching to write about! I hope you enjoy and waiting to see everybody's opinion on this!~
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I drowned down another shot,savouring the burn it left in it's wake. I then slammed the shot back down on the counter and closed my eyes shut from how sour it was, enjoying the almost complete numbness I felt.
Almost.
I glanced at the scene in front of me,my heart thudding against my chest in a painful fast tempo, loud enough that I'm pretty sure I wasn't the only one who could hear it.
"Another shot please," it ended up sounding more like a demand than a question.
"Maybe you should slow down a bit."
I glared at the bartender, wanting to jump over the counter and punch him in the face.
Too bad I don't feel like getting arrested today.
"I don't need your damn pity! Your job is to serve drinks, not be a fucking saint! So how about you shut your trap and give me another shot?" I didn't give two-shits that I was rude, because I am beyond fed up with everybody showing me their damn pity. Don't they understand I just want to be left alone?
After sending me a wary glance, he reluctantly gave me another shot and I gladly drank it, enjoying the sweet burn alchol gives me and the temporary escape it gave me.
I glanced back to the scene with disgust, my heart shattering for the umpteenth time.
Even in the large crowd of people dancing, I can sill tell him apart from everybody else; something about him just made him stood out in a crowd.
He was danceing to the beat of the music blareing from the speakers, his arms around a blonde's waist and their bodies grinding against each other.
'I wonder how many other girls he danced with like that other than me?' I thought bitterly.
I remeber a much sweeter time, when I wasn't as bitter as I am now, when I was the center of his unviverse and he was the center of mine. A time when I felt like I was the most luckiest girl in the world because I had a real life prince charming that treated me like I was his princess and that I was actully special.
'Pfft. Special? Who are you trying to kid? To him, you're just another female that he just wants to fuck. Nothing special about that.'
I turned away from the scene and saw another shot there,waiting for me.
'Ha,guessed the bartender learnt his lesson.'
I drank the shot down as fast as I did with the others,feeling my head starting to spin and the pain in my chest starting to almost fade.
Almost.
Taking one last glance at him, I felt my heart break a litle more,if it was possible.
'Too bad he turned out to be a frog in prince's clothing'
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I know it's short,but i want to get your guy's opinion on this first! Tell me what you think and that if I should countine this into a full blown story?
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