Falls For The Wrong Type.
Chapter 3.
*Nialls' POV*
I arrive at her house and she sprints out of the car crying, I went to drive away when I realise she dropped her keys, I walked out of my car picked up her keys and ran up to her front porch, she turns around and I'm standing there with her keys in my hand looking at her " thanks, but don't think that this means I want to be friends with you, you're still one of those loser british guys, those pussy faggots that don't drink, don't smoke, and are to afraid to party, your not my type" she says, "uhmm wow, ok I'm sorry I'll see you around" and that was it, I walked away, how could I be so stupid, she is one of those girls in a gang, getting smashed on the weekend, has heaps if tattoos and a string of one night stands while stoned, she is so not even my type either, whatever. I get into my car and drive of not giving a fuck anymore.
*Olivia's POV*
He drove away after I sort of yelled at him out of anger, I opened my door and sprinted inside heading straight for the kitchen where all my alcohol is kept, grabbing the vodka I take a massive gulp straight from the bottle. I go outside to have a smoke and take the bottle with me, I don't think I have ever been so upset before in my life and right now all I need is to be alone with a bottle of whatever alcohol I can get in one hand and a stream of lit smokes in my other. The nights go by so fast and all I remember is me thinking keep drinking and smoking and continuing to drink and smoke and no matter how drunk I feel, no matter how sick I'm feeling, I keep drinking and smoking till I'm up to my last bottle of vodka .Realising I just downed 3 bottles of vodka and I'm so smashed I'm still not caring and so I continue. Thats the last thing I remember before I black out.
I arrive at her house and she sprints out of the car crying, I went to drive away when I realise she dropped her keys, I walked out of my car picked up her keys and ran up to her front porch, she turns around and I'm standing there with her keys in my hand looking at her " thanks, but don't think that this means I want to be friends with you, you're still one of those loser british guys, those pussy faggots that don't drink, don't smoke, and are to afraid to party, your not my type" she says, "uhmm wow, ok I'm sorry I'll see you around" and that was it, I walked away, how could I be so stupid, she is one of those girls in a gang, getting smashed on the weekend, has heaps if tattoos and a string of one night stands while stoned, she is so not even my type either, whatever. I get into my car and drive of not giving a fuck anymore.
*Olivia's POV*
He drove away after I sort of yelled at him out of anger, I opened my door and sprinted inside heading straight for the kitchen where all my alcohol is kept, grabbing the vodka I take a massive gulp straight from the bottle. I go outside to have a smoke and take the bottle with me, I don't think I have ever been so upset before in my life and right now all I need is to be alone with a bottle of whatever alcohol I can get in one hand and a stream of lit smokes in my other. The nights go by so fast and all I remember is me thinking keep drinking and smoking and continuing to drink and smoke and no matter how drunk I feel, no matter how sick I'm feeling, I keep drinking and smoking till I'm up to my last bottle of vodka .Realising I just downed 3 bottles of vodka and I'm so smashed I'm still not caring and so I continue. Thats the last thing I remember before I black out.
