I still remember not liking Clinton before because he was a playboy back then. But destiny is just playful.
But clothes that are new fade as they age as well. Clinton did the same. His, being a playboy, also faded.
If he loves me, he has to.
There are still women stalking Clinton.
My sister, my rival, has gone, but someone is still left: Cassy.
I picked up the waiter's freshly ground cocktails and drank it.
Neon lights dance anywhere. That's intoxicating. People were dancing briskly on the dance floor. Some are already drunk, and others are staggering. I laugh at the women I see who are drunk and can hardly walk and are being supported by men to take them out.
"That girl! Maybe she will be fuck tonight. " Jenn said when she saw the woman. I laughed at what she said.
Her boyfriend, Brandon, scolded her immediately. Our table is noticeable. How could it not be? We have Martin, Jenn's ex, with us here, but they are okay now. Martin is a varsity player. Brandon, a varsity fan, and Martin's team are also here. Others are familiar to me, including another woman who is our schoolmate. Mostly, Clinton next to me is distracting most of the women here.
It's okay to stare, but I don't share.
Clinton quietly listened to another friend while his jaw was on my shoulder. His lips were glued to there, and from time to time, he even crawled to kiss my neck. The hand wrapped around me. I'm used to this move of his. I'm used to him being touchy.
I yawned.
"Sleepy?" he asked. I inhaled the smell of a mixture of mint and alcohol in his mouth.
I nodded.
"Let us go home?" he asked.
I nodded.
I'm sleepy. So, we said goodbye to them.
"Hey, Clinton, take my friend home safely. Go straight to her condo, huh?" Jenn instructed him.
We were already standing, and he was already holding my waist.
"She's going home to my condo." Clinton's simple answer.
Jenn gasped. "It's up to you. Just use protection, or you'll shoot outside --- Ouch!"
I couldn't hold back from what she said, so I kicked her.
"You, Jenn, what are you saying!"
Clinton chuckled. "Don't worry. If I get her pregnant, I'll drag her to the altar."
My cheeks almost blushed as our companions shouted.
I just closed my eyes and leaned on his side out of embarrassment.
A few moments later, we left the Bar. He took me to his car and opened it.
"Wait here. I'm going to pee." He said. I was laughing.
He groaned.
"What's funny?"
"Nothing. Just pee, mister, eight inches." I even tried to annoy him.
His eyes narrowed even more, and he pressed me against the car, so I leaned in. He touched both my waists.
"Did you know that eight inches missed yours?" He said and sniffed my ear. I shivered and bit my lip.
I was joking wrong.
"I-I don't know about you. Just pee now." I pushed him because I knew I was already blushing.
He walked away. "Stay there," he ordered before he left.
There are people here outside the Bar. There are smokers and hangers-on.
I turned to see if there was any mineral on his dashboard because I was thirsty. When I saw that another bottle had not been opened, I squatted down to reach it from where I was standing outside.
When I reached that, I heard someone whistling. My forehead furrowed, and I looked back at it.
A man wearing a white shirt and jeans.
I looked at him poorly as he looked at my legs. I sighed in annoyance when I realized he was peeking at me earlier.
"You're rude! Get out of here!"
He sniffed and mumbled. He was standing in front of me.
"Am I rude? Maybe you are?"
My blood boiled even more with annoyance.
"I'm still the rude one. You peeked at me! If I were you, leave now, too; I might spill this mineral on you. Try me." I said irritably.
He smirked. "You're the rude one. You bent there and showed me your panties. I just passed by here. I didn't peek because you purposely showed it up. "
I bit my lip hard and couldn't help but slap this man. Fuck him! He's a great dumbass!
His head tilted because of my slap, and it immediately blushed. I was still not satisfied, and I hit his head with mineral water in my hand.
He was so rude, and obviously, he peeked at me. Pervert!
He looked at me badly and stepped closer, so I backed away from Clinton's car because I could feel his anger.
I was about to close my eyes, but the man immediately fell to the floor. I covered my mouth when I saw Clinton. He knocked the man down with just one blow!
"Clinton!" I grabbed his arm
Some bouncers approached because maybe they noticed there was a mess there. I even saw Rad, who had just arrived.
Clinton's chest went up and down, and I held my waist tightly close to hers.
"What did he do to you?" he hissed angrily.
I was engulfed in nervousness because I could see his anger. His chest and ears turned red.
I shook. "Let's go home."
But the man laughed. Maybe this idiot is addicted. His nose was bleeding because Clinton punched him there.
"Her panties are black, dude, black!" he even whistled. Damn him!
I close my eyes in annoyance. Clinton turned to him with his mouth tightened and rushed at the man again, but many had already intercepted, including Rad.
"Fuck off!" Clinton was cursed by Rad, who blocked him.
Radleigh nodded. "I'll take care of it. You went home."
Clinton stared at the man caught by the bouncers.
"C-Clinton, come on." I forced him and pulled him. He looked at me badly when he turned to me.
He almost took my hand to hold him and got into the car.
I gasped softly and looked at him as he entered. I looked down and looked at my slip-on Vans shoes. I felt sorry for my lip to see that it was broken and torn.
God.