"This is ridiculous." Miku mumbled to herself, her grasp on the tiny glass tightening.
Nervously, she turned to look back, barely balancing herself on the slippery barstool. Her gaze was instantly met, a frosty blue to her teal ones and she quickly spun back, flustered.

'Damn him for being born so perfect.' She seethed.
'With his flaxen blonde hair sexily messy on his head and his pretty boy features a great contrast to his strong yet lean body.
And those eyelashes! He's not a girl! I am! Why do I not have those long eyelashes! Unfair God! UNFAIR!'
She was also about to raise her fist but calmed herself down. She wasn't drunk. Not yet.

Her eyes flickered down to the glowing seemingly liquid gold in her glass, which was trying to grab her attention, its strong smell sweet and intoxicating.
'Stop being the only odd one out. Live Girl!' Her Aunt had said, trying to persuade her.

'That is, kids, what wrong influence is.'

She sighed. She was already pretty eccentric, what would happen when she was drunk?

'I'm going to regret this.'
was her last thought before she downed the shot quickly.

The bitter unpleasant tasting liquid burned down her throat, leaving a pleasant warm feeling building up.

She waited.

Nothing happened. Not even a slight dizzy spell.
Another sigh was let out.
Her high tolerance to alcohol was able to withstand the most strong drink in the bar after all.
Her head dropped.
But it had been so long since she had last drunk...

'I refuse to see the silver lining.'

"Any Problems?"
She looked up to see the handsome chocolate bartender who had been the one to recommend her this drink.
She shook her head, embarrassed.

"I guess I'll be needing some more shots."

He gave her his million dollar smile, making his already prominent jawline protrude more. Damn, She had to admit, he was one sexy specimen of manliness.

"What did I know, you were a party girl after all." He chuckled while turning back to prepare her drink.

It was after

'1,2,3? How many drinks did I have?'

All she knew was she had had just enough to start having this much fun.

She had shamelessly flirted up a 40 year old man,
winked at atleast 15 people including girls, ok, mostly girls,
and had just finished dirty dancing on the dance floor.

Her gaze flittered over to the 'Icy-eyed sweetheart' who answered her hazy eyes with his cool ones.
Slowly, she stood up, making sure the room didn't spin and passed the group he was accompanying, her strides confident...for once.

Then stopped.
Turned back.

"Could any of you Gentlemen accompany me to my Car?" She smiled sweetly at the boys.
"I might be a little too woozy."

'What the hell is wrong with you Hatsune Miku!'

Her still rational conscience screamed at her, using her full name which she absolutely loathed, for effect. Unfortunately, It was something else that was steering her actions right now.

"I'll go." He pushed himself off his earlier leaning position against the wall.
An arm was hooked through his as they entered the corridor.
She batted her eyelashes seductively at him but he seemed unfazed by her actions.
Why wouldn't he?
She had chosen her target for a reason, it must be normal for a womanizer like him.

"It's just a game for him!" Miki sobbed violently against her sweater as Miku patted her head awkwardly. Not so good at soothing people...
"I was just like a tissue paper to him!" She hiccuped pitifully before burying her face further in her lavender sweater.
A tissue paper? Frankly, I didn't understand this that time.

I hadn't had the opportunity to experience that kind of high you get when you fall in love with someone. You could simply say i didn't believe in it. If you get attracted to someone by their looks, isn't it lust?

And if you do get allured in by their sweet words, wasn't that just stupidity?

"He used me and threw me away." She screamed but her words were muffled.
Then she whispered those words, softly, so softly, but enough to make her heart break.
"I thought he loved me...He seemed so sweet..."

And from that moment, all that echoed in my head was Revenge. Yes, I hadn't experienced anything at all, but i'd been alone and had tasted betrayal, to come to value this precious little red-head i called my true friend. Because she was.

Whoever this kid was, who had hurt her, i had sworn vengeance, and i promised i wouldn't rest on my feet, until i had found him.

She steered him to the left.
"But the exit is the other way..." His voice trailed off.
She looked up to scan his face.
Slight confusion was evident on his cold features but also something dark she couldn't grasp at.
Had she hit bulls eye?

Wordlessly, but also praising her confidence, her drunk self dragged him to an adjoining empty room with scarce furniture, surprising him and herself as well that she didn't collapse halfway.

He was pushed in.
Door was locked.

"What the He-" Before he could comprehend anything, he found himself on the soft mattress of the rickety bed with the petite girl he thought was 'Oh So innocent' In a very suggestive position over him.

Buttons snapped.
clothes flew.

But also A tear leaked down her face, and before he could see it, she had closed the distance between them and kissed him.

Something inside her broke when he kissed back.

This is my first fanfic on this site and frankly, I'm honored as i respect this site so much! So, 'Toxic' has started and i will periodically update as my holidays are going ton and i'm pretty bored. :P

I wanted SPICE! in my life so here we are!

Hope you like it!

Review!

(I'm so sorry word count was less but now it is said to be over 1000 so that's that. Can it be more evident I'm new?)

-DDD (DarknessDeepDown)