Evelyn

I decide to head back to the hotel as soon as I was able to move my feet again. Fuck Zack and fuck the way he thinks about me. I know what I did was wrong, I know it was heartless and cruel and I know it was a shitty decision that was made. But I was seventeen years old! I was young and stupid and naïve.

A few extra turns in town and I found myself at a liquor store instead of the hotel. I walk in and head straight for the whiskey. I grab the biggest bottle of Jack Daniels they have and head to the counter, the guy behind it eyed me for a moment before asking for an ID.

I flashed it to him and he winked before bagging my whiskey and handing it to me. I reached to grab it with my bandaged hand but winced when I realized what I had done.

"Looks like you're having a rough day," the guy said.

I gave him a weak smile, "A bit."

"I get off in ten; we could hang out if you wanted. Maybe I can make your rough day a little better." The guy said.

I raised my eyebrows at him, totally taken back from his offer and also slightly weirded out. "I'm sorry, like I said it's been a rough day." I gave him another weak smile before walking out of the store and hopping back in the car.

The drive to the hotel was a fast one and I couldn't wait to get inside and open the bottle that sat in the back seat. I parked the car and grabbed the bottle and shoved it into my purse. I walked into the hotel, through the lobby and into the elevators before I realized I left Whitney at my mothers and I was her ride back.

I groaned and pulled my cell phone out of my purse and dialed her number while the elevator began to move upwards. She answered on the fourth ring.

"Hey, where did you go?" She asked me.

I sighed. "Back to the hotel, I had to get out of there. Are you ready to come back? I just bought a bottle of Jack and I need to open it."

"What happened?" She asked, the noise in the background became quiet and I knew she had walked somewhere private.

The elevator door dinged open and I walked out. "Well, it's safe to say Zack still hates my guts," I told her.

"Yeah, after you cut your hand, Gena sent him upstairs to check on you."

I nodded, fishing for the hotel room key in my purse. I found it and unlocked the door and then walked into the room, shutting the door behind me. "Yeah, he came up there all right."

"Did you guys argue? He was supposed to help you with your hand. I let him go because I thought it could help the situation, not make it worse." She sounded annoyed.

"It's my fault," I told her grabbing a plastic cup from beside the coffee maker and setting it beside the bottle of Jack Daniels. "He helped clean up my hand, but after that we fought. I don't really feel like talking about it right now, though." I eyed the bottle of Jack; I really just wanted to forget the last few hours ever happened.

"Well, your cousins were talking about going to the bar. I think Matt's going, do you want to come?" She asked me.

I shook my head saying, "No, if Matt's going then I'm sure the rest of the guys will be there."

She sighed on the other end. "Okay, well I'll get a cab home afterwards or maybe I'll find a cute guy to hook up with...either way don't wait up."

I smiled. "Okay, fine. Have fun, and be safe!"

"Will do!" She told me and then hung up. I set my phone down beside the unopened bottle of Jack and walked over to the mini fridge and pulled it open. A few cans of soda sat inside, and I pulled out a coke and brought it back to the table with the Jack.

I struggled to open the bottle of Jack, but poured half a glass of it when I finally got the cap off. I stared at the half empty cup for a moment before shrugging and filled it three quarters full. I placed the bottle back down and opened the can of coke, then filled the remaining quarter of the cup.

I stirred it with my finger before bringing it to my lips. Jesus Christ, I forgot how much I loved jack and coke. I put the bottle under my arm and walked over to the bed, and groaned when I realized it was still littered with clothes. I took another gulp of my drink and stood, staring at the clothes for a long time before deciding to deal with it later and turned to the desk instead.
I sat down and sighed, suddenly feeling lonely. I considered calling Whitney and telling her I changed my mind and would meet her at the bar, but then I remembered Zack and the fight we had and got angry again. My drink was gone in a few more gulps and I made myself another.
I pushed my suitcase from the bed onto the floor and then pushed the clothes on top of it before jumping on the bed and turning on the television.

I flipped through the channels, really unenthused. I took another drink of my jack and coke and paused on some countdown music video show. I didn't know the song, but the video was interesting and I wasn't being picky. I took regular sips from my drink while the song played, and then rolled my eyes when a commercial came on.

I got up from the bed and grabbed my phone from the table and brought it back to the bed with me. I clicked on the Facebook app and zoomed though my timeline. Nothing interesting was going on, so I ended up closing the app and turning my attention back to the television just as it changed commercials.

Zack's face lit up the screen along with several other men and women. It was a commercial for that award show that was happening in New York soon. I groaned and turned the television off. Seriously, that guy is everywhere nowadays.

I decided to take a long, relaxing bath since I had the hotel room to myself. I took my mixed drink into the bathroom with me and stripped down as the tub began to fill with a bubble bath.
I climbed into the tub and shut the water off. I laid back and rested my head on the edge while I submerged myself in thoughts. Soon, I began to drift off into a slumber.

A banging pulled me out of my sleep and I was surprised to feel that the water was so cold. I must have been out of it for a couple of hours at least.
The banging began again and I realized it was someone at the hotel door. Whitney must have forgotten or lost her hotel key. I got out of the bathtub and wrapped the nearby robe around my wet body.

Another outburst of banging and I groaned, clearly annoyed. "I'm coming Whitney, shit." I called. I glanced at the clock on my way to the door; it was after one in the morning. I yanked the door open, ready to give Whitney a piece of my mind for being so loud and obnoxious.
The door flew open before I could open it all the way. Zack flew into the room and slammed it behind him. He was drenched in sweat and had bloody knuckles.

"You never cease to fucking amaze me, Evelyn."

Notes

Kinda short, but that's okay! I hope you guys enjoyed! What do you guys think will happen next? Thank you for reading! Feedback would be awesome.

Title credit: Brand New "Daisy"

Also! Big announcement for some! I'm hoping in the next couple of weeks to post the first chapter to the sequel of my story Enough! I've been convinced to write one so I'm hoping to start writing on that soon.