My Bloody Idiot

“So what’s up with that Jennifer chick?” Saint shot me a quick look as the hot uber guy drove us to Saint’s favorite club. She had figured we hadn’t spent as much time together as she wanted lately, so the smart thing to do was go clubbing and spend all Matt’s money. Call me a cheepscake, a miser, hell, you can even call me insane, but I considered it to be outrageous to spend around a thousand bucks on one evening. That is if I didn’t spend that dough on cheesecake… If I’m buying cheesecake for a thousand bucks – I think that’s one heck of a deal, am I right?

I sighed, lowering my eyes to the one of the many holes of my pair of washed out boyfriend jeans. “Well, mum punched her, tho I’m not sure if she will drop her from the label. A contract is a contract.”

“Have I told you before how much I love your mom?” Saint chuckled, bringing a smile on my lips, “What matters is that you’re not producing the bitch anymore.”

“Thank God…” I rolled my eyes. Producing her really would’ve been the death of me.

“You were too good for her anyway,” She waved me off, picking out her powder case along with a lipstick of sort from her clutch. “So how’s things with Gates?”

“I fucked him,” I replied simply, turning my head to look out the window. I didn’t have any secrets when it came to Saint. She knew me and she knew the fucked up shit I did and even if I hadn’t told her, I could bet on my favorite dr. Martens that she’d found out anyway.

“Riley Clarke!” I felt her nudge me in my ribs. I didn’t turn to look at her, instead I gazed upon the nightly Huntington Beach with a naughty smirk on my face. “You dirty dog!” She laughed, before continuing, “So how was it?”

“He left me handcuffed to the bed and Luke stumbled upon me,” I chuckled with a roll of my eyes. At that moment it didn’t feel the least bit funny, but now… After a week? It’s old news. I took a deep breath, knowing exactly what Saint was eager to ask. I turned my head to look at her, “And no, Saint. We’re friends.”

Her smile disappeared instantly and instead a disappointed grimace took over her face, “Friends don’t fuck friends you know…”

“Well I guess they do now,” I smiled fakely. Sure, he was great and all, but I wasn’t searching for a relationship at the moment, let alone – one with my ex. I wasn’t sure I’m ready to be broken again. I was fine with what we were… what I had with him. If I wanted to fuck, he was there, if he wanted – he could ask me if I was in the mood or he could fuck another girl. I really didn’t care.

“He has feelings, you know,” She started.

“He should’ve thought about it when he decided to cheat on me,” I replied, crossing my arms over my chest. Saint was really starting to kill my mood. I didn’t want to talk about Brian, was it that hard to realize?

“And that’s 83 dollars, ladies,” The chauffeur spoke. Eighty three fucking dollars for an uber. Why? Because the nightclub is in Anaheim and Saint chose to drive her bony ass in a premium class car. It was a perfectly good waste of Matt’s money if you asked me.

“Here you go, hot shots,” Saint winked as she handed him two fifty dollar bills, “keep the change.”

I rolled my eyes as I got out of the car. Big flashy letters hovered above me. Heat Ultra Lounge. Now I understood why Saint always ended spending around a thousand dollars at a single night. The drive itself here cost around a hundred bucks for Christ sake… And here’s the difference between me and Saint – I have a very wonderful paycheck, thank you very much, and she… well, she could live decently off her tips, which she decides to spend in a new wardrobe each month. In other words- I have money – I don’t spend it on useless shit, Saint doesn’t – she spends it like a Russian whore in a dive bar five minutes in a lucky hour.

“So your boyfriend just lets you slut around?” I pointed out to her short booty shorts which would’ve made a hooker blush. The over dramatic war paint on her face was just a bonus feature.

“I’m not slutting around, mind you,” She shook her head as she hooked her hand under my elbow and guided us towards the intimidating bouncer, “Matt and the guys are already inside.”

“Wait, you mean to tell me this isn’t a girl’s night out?” I cocked my eyebrow. She had officially lost me.

“It is,” she exasperated as she smiled up at the bouncer. He let us in without a single word. “They’re here with their groupies and we’re here to have fun.”

“What?” I frowned deeply. With their groupies? I’ve always known Saint and Matt didn’t quite have the usual relationship model, but… fuck, she really must’ve hit her head… multiple times if I may add. I could already imagine Brian buying some fruity Barbie girl drinks for a bleached blond bimbo. There were two types of girls Haner hooked up with – blondes or girls with a bit exotic taste in their hair color. Never brunettes. The thought of him being here, with another chick on my girl’s night out really started to grind my gears. “Saint, you mean to tell me your guy is with another chick and you’re a-okay with it…”

“Sure,” She shrugged as if it was nothing. Call me a plain Jane, a boring prude, a vanilla sundae kinda girl, but I really didn’t get it. Sure, Brian could’ve spent his precious time with anyone he pleased, simply because we weren’t together, but man… Saint and Matt were practically married. Two years? Hell, that’s a lifetime in rockstar years.

I decided to drop the subject as soon as we had walked inside the club, mainly because I couldn’t even hear myself think, let alone indulge in a deep, tear shedding convo with Saint. Her eyes lit up like fireworks on the fourth of July once she noticed all the people and the neon lights. It was no secret Saint was crazy for a good party, especially if a Martin Garrix kinda beat was blaring through the club.

“Let’s get to the bar!” She shouted over the loud music, grabbing me by hand in an instant.

Easier said than done. I had dug my nails deep in her hand to avoid losing her in the massive crowd. It was insane. It wasn’t a surprise to anyone that I was groped three times before we managed to get to the counter, not speaking about the short time we spent ordering our drinks.

“Vex, I want shots!” She turned to me, an ecstatic smile pulling at her lips, “Can we please do shots?”

“It’s your night,” I spoke, boosting my forearm on the purple counter, “We’ll do whatever or whomever you’ll wish to do,” I laughed as she started jumping up and down from the excitement. She looked like a crazy chimpanzee on great amounts of blow.

“Yay!” She exclaimed, before she tackled me with a hug, “I love you!”

I turned around as soon as she had gotten one of the bartender’s attention. The place was pushing it’s limits and even tho I didn’t particularly like rubbing my body against some horny bastard, if Saint said we’re gonna do exactly that, how could I argue with her? I just prayed to god she really wouldn’t.

“Here!” She pushed a bright pink shot in my hand, “Now drink!” Wasn’t she getting a bit bossy? Nevertheless, I downed the shot in one. The taste… It tasted like candy canes dipped in whipped cream and topped with a unicorns diarrhea. I didn’t know if there was a single drop of alcohol in the pink liquid, but what I knew was that it tasted like liquid sugar. This is what fruity little drinks taste like.

A beer after the diabetes seemed like the best idea and as soon as I had managed to hand the money to the bartender and take my bottle, Saint was dragging me somewhere.

Easy there, cowboy, I’m wearing five inch torture devices on my feet. And guess where she had dragged me? Exactly. It was the VIP section which was neatly placed at the second floor with a view to the dance floor. Undoubtedly it was guarded by another bouncer and the only way you could get in was either you looked like Kim Kardashian, you had the ass of Kim Kardashian or you were Kim Kardashian. Did I even have to remind that my ass was flatter than a witch’s boob? And in these jeans, it disappeared completely.

I saw Saint reaching in her Swarovski diamond covered clutch for another pair of fifties, which she held out to the bouncer.

“Keep your money, Saint,” The big bald guy winked at her and simply let us in. Even the bouncers of this place knew who my blondie was? What were the odds? I would’ve rolled my eyes if it wouldn’t ask for as much effort.

Saint shook her head, before she stuffed the bills in the pocket of his pants, “Come on, Olly… Buy your missus something pretty,”

Blondie took me by hand and dragged over to a big booth with a couple of familiar faces.

“Hi,” Saint spoke and Matt instantly jumped to his feet, pressing his lustful lips upon Sain’t red ones. One of the many chicks seemed to be turning green from the envy. Actually… I may even get why Saint was allowing Matt to fuck around with these skanks, since seeing Brian’s hand wrapped around some redhead’s tit really did something to me. It was an odd wave of excitement. I guess this was Saint’s way of keeping the relationship interesting.

I simply stood there, my black studded clutch in my hand – a beer in the other, feeling extremely awkward, since no one actually had noticed or didn’t give a fuck that we were here. Well, everyone except for Matt, who seemingly loved his girl to the moon and back.

See, here’s the thing… Zack was making out with some brunette, his hand between her legs, Johnny was already passed out and Brian… Well, the distance between his face and Red’s, were maybe a couple inches. And that was only if I was generous.

I sighed, before I stripped off my leather jacket and threw it next to the sleeping Johnny along my clutch and walked over to the railings to look over the swaying sea of people. I took a mouthful of the beer, seeing the crowd starting to jump up and down when the beat changed. My bet was – the dj didn’t know anyone else but Martin Garrix and David Guetta to get the crowd moving. Such a shame.

“Can you be my doctor… Can you fix me up…” Look at that, the guy knows what a Snoop Dogg is. I applaud his knowledge. I tapped my finger against the rim of the bottle. This really was a good beat.

“Riley Vex?” I heard someone shout behind me. I turned around and saw a pretty hot chump coming my way, his arms extended, “Is that really you? Crop tops and stilettos? What happened to the tomboy I knew and loved?”

“Mike?” My eyes narrowed on that cocky grin I knew oh-so well. “Holy shit, you finally got rid of those hideous dreadlocks. About time, dude.”

“Yeah, I figured it wasn’t cute anymore,” He slid his fingers through his short cut and laughed, “Couldn’t get chicks anymore.” Mike and I went way back. He was a sound engineer for Lethal Injection. A great guy, who tried to warn me about mixing the shitshow of an album. Now I heard he’s djing. Stepped away from metal scene. “So what are you doing here? Last thing I heard you were in UK…”

“Came here to produce,” I smiled, raising the bottle to my lips. I wasn’t sure who was I producing anymore, but did it matter?

“Oh yeah?” He leaned against the railings with his side, “Who are you producing?”

That’s the million dollar question, huh… A small smirk pulled at my lips, which I tried to hide behind the bottle, “myself.”

“That’s funny,” He laughed, bringing his whiskey glass to his lips.

“I’m not joking,” I replied, throwing a glance over to the booth, seeing Saint now sitting next to Matt.

“Wait… you’re serious…” His smile vanished in an instant. He moved closer, continuing in a hushed manner, “You’re back with the band?”

“No.” I mouthed, shaking my head. God forbid I’d ever spoke to those assholes. “I’m in fact in search of one. Maybe you’re interested?”

He laughed, before rinsing the laughter away with the whiskey, “You’re funny. I’m good with dj’ing here.”

“So you’re playing… as if… right now?”

“Yep.” He nodded. He meant to tell me… A bloody playlist was in fact winding the crowd up...? I couldn’t bare but laugh. A decent time ago Mike was the most kickass drummer I knew. It was a shame to see him throw his talent away by playing some prerecorded beats, when in fact he was nowhere near the booth.

“Listen, let’s go to your booth… Maybe I can tempt you in joining me after all,” I suggested still widely smirking.

“You think you can work the crowd better than I can?” He was grinning amusedly. My shoulders shrugged as I shotgunned my beer, “I have to remind you I was mixing records way before you knew who Nikki Sixx was...”

Our age difference wasn’t even that big… He was a thirty-something washout of a producer and yes, I strongly believed I could kick his ass even with a beat I mixed on the spot. “Come on old man, if I get the tits in the red dress over there dancing,” I pointed towards the hot brunette by the bar who seemed bored out of her head, “you come and drum for me.”

His eyes slid over the dance floor and stopped at the bar. He laughed. Did he know something I didn’t? “And what if you can’t make her dance?”

“I rest your case,” I shrugged. His blues squinted on me. “Fine,” I rolled my eyes, before continuing, “I’ll throw in a frozen yogurt to redeem my sins for disturbing your wonderful Batman like persona, oh great one.”

“That’s more like it,” he chuckled, guiding me towards the stairs.

“Give me a sec,” I pointed to the empty bottle and simply went to leave it on the table which was covered in half empty bottles and glasses, before I moved over to my clutch to take out my phone. I noticed Brian and the red had disappeared somewhere, since the place they had been sitting just minutes ago, was in fact empty.

“You ready?” Mike asked as soon as I had returned.

“Hey, Vex, where you headed?” Matt’s shout made me turn towards him. Hello to you too, Matthew. Saint got up and started walking towards us.

“I’m goin’ to get myself a drummer,” I giggled, hooking my arm in Mike’s elbow.

“Ooo!” Saint’s eyes lit up, “Can I come? That sounds like fun!”

I looked up at Mike, who just shrugged, offering his other elbow to the blonde. “The more – the merrier.”

“Take care of my ladies, man,” Matt told, before Mike escorted us down the stairs. I managed to throw one last look over to Matt only to see him snaking his tattooed arm around the overly fake chick. Rockstars… they never change.

I was in awe how quickly we got over the dancefloor, but then again a couple of bouncers joined us on our journey to the dj booth, which you could reach if you passed another set of stairs. As soon as we got to the rather large platform, I could see everything from here. Man, the view on girls from up above was even better if you know what I mean.

“Okay, Vex,” Mike started, bending over to pick a bottle of whiskey from beside the dj booth. “You see the laptop, you have the board,” He spoke as he refilled his glass, “Convince me that drumming for you is a fucking good idea.”

“Wait, you’re dj’ing?!” Saint shrieked. “Oh my god, oh my god, can I be your go-go dancer?”

Was she sure that she wasn’t on drugs? She seemed too giddy for this to be the sober Saint. Before I could reply anything, she had moved herself to a pole, which I hadn’t even noticed before.

“Whenever you’re ready, Vex!” She yelled over the music. I leaned over the booth to look down. That would be an impressive fall and I’m not sure the railing would’ve hold her if she decided to go head down in the dance floor. She was mad…

I took a deep breath, plugging my phone to the laptop and putting the headphones on. Rihanna’s Diamond’s was the first one I decided to mix up a bit, before I quickly moved to Imagine Dragons’ Radioactive, which took me another couple minutes, before I put them both on play, blaring the solid beat through the club.

“Rihanna? Cute.” He chuckled until the big bass drop. The song faded into Radioactive and my eyes slid over to Saint, who was really going crazy around the pole. Once upon a time Imagine Dragons had been her favorite band so it was no wonder she ended up throwing away her shirt. The song faded into something else, making Mike frown in confusion as he moved over to look down on the laptop. “Wait, who the fuck is that?”

“Me.” I laughed, listening to the result of me goofing around with the mixing board the other day. It was the newest song I had come up with and this was far from what I wanted it to sound on the album.

“You for reals, girl?” He took the headphones from me and just seconds later he was headbanging to the song. My eyes slid over the dancefloor in search of the hot tamale in the red dress. A corner of my lips raised in a smile seeing even her moving in a trance like state. “That… was really you?” He took off the headphones and addressed me as soon as the song had ended and I had put back on his playlist.

“Yep.” I nodded, “But the song is far from what it should sound like on the album.”
“Hell, if you’d sounded like this on Lethal’s record, you would’ve gone platinum in a blink of an eye…” Mike mused in complete shock.

“I want only the basics, Mike… No super melodic dueling guitars, no symphonic metal influences, no death metal drums… Strip it down to basics. That’s what I want. Heavy riffs, simple yet groovy beats and a bit of yelling.” I explained, before a smirk grew on my face, “Look at that, I got the red dress dancing.”

He turned his head towards the dance floor. A smile appeared on his lips, “I guess I’m all yours, Vex. But you still need a couple of guitars, you know…”

I sighed, “I know.”

“Oh my fucking good guys, that was so amazing!” Saint ran towards us, panting heavily. “Those pole dancing classes really paid off, I didn’t break my fucking neck!”

“You have crazy friends, Vex,” Mike grinned, pointing to the probably drugged Saint. “Hell, I’d love to see her energy in the band. Hey, crazy, maybe you can play some godly licks on the guitar as good as you can spin around the pole?”

“You bet!” She exclaimed. Wait – what?!

“Since when do you play?” I cut in with a major frown on my face.

“Since forever?” She arched her eyebrow. “I can’t do no solo’s, but I can strum some powerchords…”

“Sounds good enough for me,” Mike shrugged. What I didn’t get was how the hell didn’t I know that Saint could play the guitar? She was my fucking best friend… “Wanna be in a band, crazy?”

Saint crossed her arms over her reasonably sized breasts and narrowed her eyes on Mike, “What’s in it for me?”

“Fame, sex, drugs, alcohol… Sometimes dynamite. Am I forgetting something?” Mike’s eyes connected with mine. Gee, way to sell the idea with fucking drugs and… dynamite?

“I’m in!” Saint shouted to my surprise.

“Okay, we have a rhythm guitarist…” I muttered, shocked. “Where to get a bassist and a lead?”

“Let me take care of it,” Mike sipped on his whiskey, “I have a couple of decent guys in mind, but now… will you kindly fuck off of my platform?”

I laughed, “Sure,” I said as I pushed Saint towards the stairs. “You know, this means you’ll have to ditch the job at the saloon,”

“Whatever. He said dynamite, I’m so fucking in!” She exclaimed. I really hoped no one would figure it would be a great idea to dry hump Saint since she was only in her bra and her short shorts. Where the hell did her shirt go, anyway?

It was surprising how quick we got back to the VIP lounge and the first thing that came to my view was Zacky and Brian dancing to some cheesy song with all the chicks. I wondered why Brooks hadn’t joined the drunken debauchery. He was really missing out on all of the shit Avenged stood for.

“Where’s your fucking shirt?” I heard Matt’s displeased roar as soon as Saint came into his view. The shot he was about to down stopped midway to his lips.

“We donated it to charity,” I replied on Saint’s behalf and shrugged as I flunked down besides the sleeping beauty.

“What she said,” Saint pointed towards me as she snatched the shot glass from Matt and downed it in one. “Eww,” She grimaced in disgust as soon as she had downed the shot, “that’s Absinthe…”

“Well what do you think? It’s fucking green,” Matt frowned, taking the bottle and refilling a different shot glass. “You’ll want one, Vex?”

“Nah, man, Absinthe’s not my drink,” I refused, straightening in my place to look over the bottles on the table, “what else you got here?”

“Patron, Jagermeister, a bottle of Grey Goose… Laphroaig’s with Syn as per fucking usual,” He pointed towards Syn who was dancing with both his girl and Matt’s, “So if you want scotch, you can fight your way to it.”

“I’m gonna stick to Jagermeister,” I said, reaching for the greenish bottle. Fighting Syn for a bottle was really on nobody’s bucket list, knowing I should fight my way to Syn before I could fight Syn for the bottle.

“Gimme that,” Saint snatched the bottle from me, before I could even manage to open it. She took some pretty impressive mouthfuls straight from the neck, before she pushed the bottle back in my hands. “I fucking hate absinthe…”

“You know, chugging down on Jager was a dead giveaway, love,” I said as I poured myself a shot and downed it in one. I bet this was one of those nights where Saint will be carried out of the place. I shot a quick look towards Brian. One of the girls were rubbing herself off on his leg. Fucking sick.

“Why is short-shit sleeping… already?” Out of nowhere Saint’s boobs were in my face when she decided to lean over and try and wake Johnny up.

“He started his night with Long Island’s,” Matt replied like it was so obvious. “Short-shit has never been the smartest when it comes to booze.”

“Oh my, I’m so fucking parched!” I heard a feminine voice quickly enclose on us. Oh so they all were coming this way. Great. The redhead leaned in for a glass with a tiny umbrella. What did I tell you about the fruity drink?

“Vex?” An amused smirk was on Brian’s face.

“Nice of you to finally notice me, Synyster Gates,” I grinned as I got up to let Zack and his chick get in the booth. “Can I get an autograph?”

“Johnny, fucking move your ass,” Zack hit him over the head, bringing Johnny back from the dead.

“Wh-what? Where’s my drink?” He mumbled sleepily as he tried boosting himself up.

“At the fucking bar, dickhead,” Zacky said, before his girl got on his lap, making Matt and Syn explode in laughter at how pissed Zacky V was.

My eyes slid back to Brian. The chick had glued herself to his side, and should I point out that they were holding hands? “Sorry, I forgot my sharpie at home,” Brian said, “Maybe some other time.”

“I’ll hold you to your word,” I winked and moved my legs aside so they both could squeeze in.

“You do that,” Brian grinned, sitting down beside me.

“I haven’t seen you girls around before,” Matt’s side-chick spoke, making me and Saint both share a look. “Are you new here?” Uhmm… Did they have some kind of slut fanclub where they discussed how to suck each of these guys off and which of them liked a thumb up their bum?

I put a strand of my pink hair behind my air, I laughed, “Yeah, I guess.”

“So, you guys are gonna come on tour too?” Red spoke.

“No.” I mouthed, refilling my shot glass.

“We’re gonna go on our own tour,” Saint announced proudly. Matt’s head jerked to her instantly.

“What?”

“A tour?” Brian raised his eyebrow at me. Well, I guess there’s no turning back now. I emptied the shot and quickly refilled it as I heard Saint spill the beans.

“I’m gonna play guitar for Vex,”

“You mean like… air guitar?” Johnny seemed to be finally fully awake and trying to steal Matt’s bimbo.

“You wish you were half as good as Saint, short-shit,” Zacky roared from between his make-out sessions.

“Thank you,” Saint held her hand out to Zack.

“We’ll discuss this later,” Matt declared, reaching for the bottle.

“There’s nothing to discuss. I’m going wherever Vex tells me to.”

“Oh boy,” I muttered, downing the shot. I knew exactly where this was headed.

“I said we’ll discuss this later. End of discussion.” Matt stated.

Saint was already about to probably yell something at her boyfriend when I decided she wouldn’t say ‘no’ to a shot, which was basically the only way to shut her the hell up. “Saint, how about a shot?”

“You wanna know what your fucking problem is, Matthew Sanders,” She took the shot from me as soon as she had stood up. She had to shut up, not continue the fucking ‘I’m a woman, hear me roar’ speech. “You think I’m your fucking property,”

“Honey, it wouldn’t be wise to talk to him that way,” His sidechick spoke up.

“You heard her, Saint?” Matt pointed to the blonde.

“Shads, you’re a fucking moron,” Brian mumbled and pinched the bridge of his nose with his free hand, knowing exactly how this was going to end. Hell, someone hand me some popcorn, this was about to get really fucking grand.

Saint’s pretty blues grew wide, before she threw back her head as she downed the shot moments later slamming the glass against the table. Saint took him by his ear, pulling him up from the booth, “Nope, I don’t think I heard her, Shadows,” Matt was wincing in pain as she pulled him away from us, “You might wanna repeat that.”

“No offence, but thank god you’re not gonna tour with us,” The blondie was in complete awe, her gaze still lingering after my best friend and her boyfriend.

“So… what do you girls exactly do on tour?” I questioned, seeing Brian pull out his pack of cigarettes and snatching one from him.

“Whatever they want us to do,” Red replied. She looked a tad pissed off, but maybe it was just me. After all she had Syn Gates to all by herself. What’s there to be pissed about?

Brian let go of her hand as he went to light up my cigarette. “Thanks,” I blew out the smoke, before leaning a bit forward so I could see Red herself, “So if they wanted to drench you in their bloody piss, you’d be all fours for it?” As soon as the question escaped me – I regretted it. Something about both Red’s and Brian’s face told me they have already done it.

“Man, those were the times,” Johnny mused with a smile on his face.

I had to blink a couple of times and take a lot of couple of drags. The info was harder to chew on than an expired bubblegum. I looked back at Brian. “I don’t quite know how to put this nicely, so I won’t. You guys are fucking dicks…”

“Oh come on, that was ten years ago,” Brian waved me off. Only at this moment I truly understood the meaning of a ‘groupie’. This chick… that fucking redhead… she had been with him for ten fucking years?

“And locking me to the fucking bed and leaving there was also ten years ago?” Shit, did I say it out loud?

An arrogant smirk appeared on Brian’s face. “The first time was.”

“He chained you to the bed?” My attention was brought to Zack who was exploding in laughter. “Classic.”

“So… you guys… you had sex?” Johnny frowned whilst pointing his finger at us.

“Yeah, you know… it’s something you had never had in your fucking life, dickhead,” Syn laughed, getting a high-five from Zack.

“I meant… with your fucking ex? That’s disgusting, Gates,” Johnny grimaced in disgust.

“You’re his ex?” Red suddenly leaned over to get a good look at me.

“Way to go, short-shit,” Brian threw an empty energy drink can at him.

“Well, aren’t you just the fucktard who ate too many crayons when you were a kid,” Zacky facepalmed as we all glued our eyes to the dumbfounded Johnny.

“What?”

“You’re not even his type!” The Red exclaimed. His type? I was in fact getting slightly buzzed so maybe I didn’t understand a lot of things right now, but how the hell could she know what his type was? At that moment my heart started aching slightly… and so did my fists.

“Easy.” Brian whispered in warning as he turned to look at her.

“Is she the one you talked all that horrible stuff about?” Blondie questioned, sipping on her drink.

“Horrible stuff?” I arched my brow. All the signs told me to leave it… just drop the subject, but I can honestly say I’ve made worse mistakes in my life. So… there’s that. “What is she talking about, Gates?”

“It’s nothing, Vex,” Brian sighed.

“Nothing?” Red looked at him in shock, “You told us she’s a crazy bitch triple dipped in psycho…”

“That you were glad she walked in on you and that other girl so you could finally end the torture—I’m gonna shut up now.” The blondie turned her side to me to avoid my fucking glare.

“Or maybe you’re not the girl,” The brunette had an apologetic look to her pretty face as she tried to calm off the tension.

“No, no,” I spoke, clenching my jaw, “I’m the one.” I quickly got to my feet, jerking my leather jacket from behind Brian’s back and taking the clutch. “You’re a fucking dick,” I spat, before I turned around and headed for the stairs.

“Vex,” I heard him speak my name, “Fuck… Riley, wait.” I felt his strong grip on my upperarm, before he turned me around. “It was years ago, come on… we’re good now, aren’t we?”

“Good?” My eyes squinted on his face, “I’ve never said a single bad word about you to anyone who wasn’t Saint or my mum! I don’t deserve the shit I just heard back there,” My hand pointed out to the booth behind his back. “I fucking loved you, you moron!”

Brian’s fingers anxiously ran through his hair. “I was fucking mad, Riles…”

“Mad over what, Haner?”

“You dumped me… So sorry if I was fucking angry,” He roared back.

“And what else was I supposed to do? Get fucking married to you?!” I yelled back. “Maybe I am insane, Brian, but I haven’t lost my bloody dignity!”

“So I guess we’re done here,” He glared at me.

“Great!” I screamed, before I turned around and headed down stairs.

“Fucking perfect!” I heard him yell from behind me. My middle finger raised up high, knowing he was looking back at me. I didn’t need my ‘arguments 101’ handbook to realize this is not some Julia Roberts romcom and he won’t be running after me. Instead he was gonna slam his fucking frustration in Red’s tight little hole and I was gonna pay a shitload of cash for an uber back home so I could indulge in ungodly amounts of ice-cream and George Carlin stand-up comedy.

This was real life people.

I was no damsel in distress and he surely wasn’t my prince in shining armor. I hadn’t lost my shoe at midnight, neither did I need a sloppy kiss to wake me up.

Love fucking sucked.

Notes

This turned out waaay longer than I expected. oops?

anyway, here's the remix if someone wants to listen to it -
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gZMsIEl66po


Hope you're not too mad at me about the length. :)