For a moment, Just a moment, you kissed back. You couldn't help but think of all the times you wanted this to happen So bad. But then you remembered all the heartbreak he caused you.
You remembered all the time you had been spending with Mark recently and realized that He was the person I wanted to have kissing me like this, Not Justin.
You got livid.
You pushed him off of your self and told him to "go to hell." and then stormed off.
~I don't want to talk about this. I know I should tell Samantha what happened but I dont' have the heart. She'll be so angry at me and I. GOD! I CANT BELIEVE THAT JUST HAPPEND! WHAT THE HELL!? God, I don't want her to think I'm lying because I'm smashed. God, we came to have fun not make out with eachothers dudes and destroy lives. No, I cant. Won't tell her. At least not now.~
You ran over to the bar and drank. You drank until your vision became blurry and no longer realized what you where really doing.
You knew it wasn't a good idea and it wasn't something that you should have done but it happened.
You knew you should have just told her instead of trying to forget it even happened but that's not what you did.
You did shameful things and your friends had to sit back and take the fall for it.
You drank so much that in the morning, you couldn't even recall a single thing that happened after we got in the club and sat down.