Chapter 25

Conor’s POV

I wear my usual black skinny jeans and decide to go with my plain white t-shirt rather than my black. I decide against wearing a jacket because I’ll get too hot then I’ll lose it in a club and this is the 5th one I’ve bought this year.

We get a taxi into town and start pre-drinking in a small bar before we go to the club. I’m going to drink so fucking much, I feel fucking depressed about the Lucy situation so it’ll be best to forget about her for tonight.

“Right boys, are we ready to go?” Alex slurs so I just nod. Ben looks so fucking uncomfortable about something.

“Ben, are you alright?” I ask. I'd never ask him this if I was sober.

“Um yeah”

“Look, just forget about what happened for tonight. I can’t be fucked with you being awkward with me, ok?” I shrug and he just nods. I’m only saying this because I’m drunk. I’ll never forgive him for what he did... ever.

We set off to the club and I’m still not in the mood for this shit. I just want to go home and sleep. When we arrive at the big club, we walk past security and they give us a nod to go in, only because Leila knows him so he knows us. I get in and sit at the bar, waiting to be served with Mike. Ben, Alex and Jack are already off clubbing.

“Um, vodka please” I order.

“I’ll have the same” Mike nods. She brings us our order and I down the vodka shot in one go, feeling the burning sensation in my throat. “Sup with you, ey?” Mike slurs.

I moan, “Nothing. You having another?”

“Go on then” he nudges me and gives me a cheesy smile. I smirk and roll my eyes at his attempt of being funny.

We’ve been in the club for 3 hours now and I’m fucking out of it. I’m so drunk that I can barely see.

“Conor you need to stop” Jack moans, grabbing my drink out of my hand.

“Don’t tell me what to do” I shout over the loud music giving me headache.

“You’re making a fool out of yourself. You’ve had so much”

“I want to forget Lucy and you’re fucking holding me back”

“You’ve had so much already. I don’t think you’ll be forgetting her anytime soon” he argues.

“Well we’ll have to stay longer then won’t we?” I snap. “I need to take my mind off things for the night”

He rolls his eyes but continues to stare at me while I go back onto the dance floor to find a girl. He’s right, I should stop drinking but I can’t. I’m determined to forget this girl that I can’t stop thinking about. My life was easier without her. I know I can't though. Like a bit of alcohol can make me forget someone so perfect...

Minutes later, I find myself dancing with some girl I don’t know. I don’t know how this has happened but I don’t care. I’m moving on.

I grab her waist and start moving closer and closer to her as she moves her body around to dance on me. I smirk down at her and she flutters her eyelashes at me. Fuck.

I lean down and start violently kissing her while she dances. She cups my face with her hand and kisses me back. I’m loving every single second of this but I know I shouldn’t be. All I can think about is Lucy. We aren’t dating or anything so I guess it doesn’t matter, right? And she was the one being awkward with me so she's brought this on herself. Not that she’ll ever find out.

“What the fuck?” someone shouts. I turn around, annoyed that someone interrupted our kiss. It’s probably Jack or... Fuck. “Sorry am I disturbing you?”

“Lucy I-“

“Don’t fucking bother. We’re done” she screams, throws her drink in my face and walks away, pushing her glass into Jack’s chest out of the way so she can get out of the club without it.

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Lucy’s POV

We walk into the club and I just sit down at the bar and order my drink while all the girls go off dancing.

I take a sip of my drink and turn around so I can watch them humiliate themselves with the dance moves they were showing me they were going to do before we came in here. I see Olivia dancing with a group of boys but they all just seem to be laughing at her. I scan my eyes around the dance floor and see Leila and Charlotte trying to dougie but I burst out laughing at the outcome.

I try looking for Lois but I can’t seem to find her. I take another sip of my drink and keep looking, until I see her with a boy. Wait... That’s Jack. What's he doing here? She looks like she’s arguing with him but they’re looking at someone on the dance floor.

No. No. No. This isn’t happening.

I grab my drink from the bar table and storm over to Jack and Lois, holding back my tears. I keep my eyes locked on them so I don’t miss anything.

“Lucy, wait!” Jack shouts but I’m already making my way over to Conor.

“What the fuck?” I shout and he sighs before turning around, obviously mad that I interrupted his little ‘moment’. His eyes light up at the sight of me and he looks fucking high. He’s clearly drunk. “Sorry am I disturbing you?”

“Lucy I-“

“Don’t fucking bother. We’re done” I interrupt him and without thinking, I throw my drink in his face and storm off. I push my glass into Jack’s chest so I don’t have to hold it anymore and make my way outside the club. I’m going to cry any second and I need to get out of this club. I knew it was a bad idea coming here in the first place.

I get outside and sit on a wall just outside the club, the cold air hitting me, making my hair flip in different directions. I appreciate the weather being so cold, cooling me down from that hot, sweaty nightclub I’ve just been in. I’d go home but I’m staying at Leila’s house and I don’t want to ruin her night by causing a scene. Thankfully, Jack and Lois come out about a minute later.

I look up at Jack and bite my lip to hold in the tears. He sits next to me and pulls me in for a hug so I just shake and cry on his chest.

“Lucy, I’m so sorry” he sighs.

“It’s not your fault” I cry.

“I brought him here”

“He decided to kiss her. Stop trying to blame this on yourself”

“Sorry”

“Jack, if you say sorry one more time I’m going to scream”

“Sorry. Shit, I mean um, ok” he mumbles, making me laugh. “You just laughed”

“You made me” I shrug.

“Woo” he cheers and I laugh but let out a moan after woods.

“Shall I get the girls?” Lois asks.

“No I don’t want to ruin your night. I’ll stay out here. Just come out whenever”

“No, text us when you’re ready ok? I think they’ve had enough anyway” she half laughs so I just smile before she goes back in. I stay outside in Jack’s arms for ages until I speak.

“I don’t want to ruin your night. You can go back in”

“You’re not ruining my night at all. I’ve wanted to get out of that place for hours but I had to keep an eye on Conor” he moans.

“Why?”

“He wouldn’t stop drinking. He kept telling me he was trying to forget about you which is why he got so drunk. I kept grabbing his drink off him but he went mental at me saying that he’s staying in the nightclub until he forgets. He wasn’t making sense” he shrugs.

“Really?”

“Really really”

“What a dick” I laugh but feel the tears coming back. “Why me though?”

“What?”

“Why does it have to be me? He’s got with so many girls but he chose to treat me like shit. I actually thought we were on the right track of things but he went and messed things up again, as usual” I cry and Jack tightens the hug.

“Don’t think of it like that Lucy. I’m one hundred percent with you on all this but he was so pissed. He said he was trying to forget you so maybe that’s why he did it”

“You can’t use that as a fucking excuse for him snogging someone” I frown and pull away from his chest I was just laying on.

“I know, I know! I’m just saying... He was so drunk” he sighs.

“It’s still no excuse. Why did I have to stay around? Why couldn’t I just be the girl that would kiss him and move on?”

“We wouldn’t be best friends then” he pouts.

“Jack, stop trying to be funny” I smirk and he just laughs.

“No but seriously, I think he was trying so hard with you. The other night, he was going mad because you wouldn’t tell him about your get together. He was complaining about how you were being awkward with him and he went mental when he saw you talking to Ben at lunch that time”

“Well then why didn’t he talk to me? Why did he distance himself from me after everything?”

“He was trying to give you space. He thought that way, you would be able to think about this whole thing so he wasn’t pushing you into anything”

“Oh”

I’m so mad at him, beyond mad. I see him walking out of the club towards me. He’s sweating and is flushed from the heat. He looks angry and his shirt looks wet from the drink I poured over him.

“Sorry Lucy, I tried to stop him” Lois sighs from behind Conor. The rest of our group are following behind him. I stand up in sync with Jack.

“Conor, don’t” Jack says.

“No Jack, let me” Conor snaps. “Why won’t you let me try? Or even give me a chance? You’ve been awkward with me all week and you fucking lie to me about your plans tomorrow. You suck up to Ben all week just to get me mad and you know what? It fucking worked. I couldn’t even bare to come into school because of you” he raises his voice at me.

“I’ve been trying to get you jealous? Are you joking? Can I not even be friends with Ben anymore just because of one stupid mistake? Or should I even call it a mistake? At least he’d treat me with more respect than you ever will. At least I’d be fucking happy with Ben”

“Don’t even go there” he grits his teeth together. Ben looks so uncomfortable listening to all this.

“Why? Because you know I’m right?” I shout and he stays silent. “I get the fucking blame for everything. I see you snogging some girl and it’s suddenly all my fault. Makes sense that Conor”

“You pushed me into it. By making me jealous every fucking day” he cries but says it much calmer than before. He’s actually crying, his eyes are swollen and his voice has cracked. He wouldn't be seen dead crying in front of everyone if he wasn't drunk. He's got this 'bad boy' image that he needs to keep up... I just stare at him and watch a tear roll down his face.

“Can we go?” I ask Leila.

“N-No. No” Conor says.

“Leila please” I beg and she hesitantly nods.