“Yes. I am 100% serious.” He says, grinning.
“You’re joking.”
“No I’m not.” He laughs.
“Yes آپ are.”
“Come on (Y/N).”
“Fine.” آپ say.
آپ take the بیئر from his hand and chug it down.
“There.. Are آپ happy with my chugging skills?” آپ ask.
آپ knew your boyfriend was there, and all his friends.
آپ hated it when they fought.
Those stupid fights.
آپ went over to lot, to make sure things weren’t getting out of hand. If they were, you’d definately call the police.
It would risk them getting arrested, but آپ didn’t want any of them hurt; یا dead.
آپ saw bodies going at each other, caked in mud and blood.
آپ start to walk towards the fight (like an idiot) and are met with a مککا, عجیب الخلقت to the face.
آپ fall into the mud, shocked سے طرف کی the blow.
“Hey! That’s my girlfriend!” Soda yells as he pushes the Soc over, and starts beating him repeatedly.
آپ feel a hand on your shoulder as آپ get up. آپ grab the hand and flip him over.
“Hey,” آپ thought. “This is fun.”
آپ understood why they liked these so much.
Steve had come in, alcohol on his breath, swaying back and forth, not able to walk in a straight line.
“Steve, are you…” آپ start, but are cut off with a slap.
“Shut up, bitch.”
آپ sank to the floor in disbelief as he staggered into your bedroom.
And the tears ran down your face, and the hyperventilating began.
So here آپ were, lying on the باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ floor.