April
Isabelle was a wreck. End of story. She came to me every time she was hurting, that's all she ever has done, well lately anyways. She got her keys from Paul and zoomed off out of his drive way.
I sighed.
Taking a left from his street, I let Isabelle drive off alone. She needed to blow off some steam, and so did I.
Driving to the nearest club, I pulled my i.d. from the console.
"ID please." The lady asked.
I pushed it over to her and she scanned it. Rachels was the only bar that was open here in the middle of the day, and for that, I was thankful.
I sat at their bar stool and just looked around, only a few people had no life, like me. I sighed, a guy who looked mid 20s walked up and sat beside me.
"You need a drink?" He asked me, quite frankly I liked an upfront guy. I nodded and he ordered two shots of tequila.
That stuff was nasty. Just gross, but I wasn't about to turn down a free shot. I smiled and he counted to three before we just rushed it down.
I sighed. It was already beginning to look up. "So what brings you here?" He asked.
"A break." I replied. With that, he ordered two more shots for us. By round 3, I was buzzed. It was time for me to go home. Before I got drunk and did something I'd regret.
"My name is Taylor, by the way." He told me. I smiled.
"April."
I picked up my purse to leave and he passed me a piece of paper with a number on it, I guess it was his.
"Call me sometime and we can get together." He told me. I smiled and nodded, I left before I pounced on his face. That's how great I felt at the moment.
I got in my car and drove back home, safely.
I pulled out my phone to save Taylor's number and noticed I had a text from Iz.
"I miss you bestie. Thanks for being there for me. I feel like crap." She had sent.
I smiled, at least she knew I was there for her.
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