Tonight Justin and I decided to go clubbing. We just wanted to get drunk and have fun. Once we got there we had a couple of shots. I stopped after a couple, but Justin kept going. I stopped him after 17. He was really drunk. I got worried.
"Justin, let's just go home." I say.
"No babe, c'mon let's dance!" he says and tries to pull me onto the dance floor.
"I have to go to the bathroom, I'll be right back. Do NOT move," I say. I walk to the crowded bathroom, which has a long ass line. Finally I went, washed my hands and elbowed my way out. Justin wasn't where I told him to stay. I check the dance floor. And I spotted him. Grinding with another girl. His hand was slowly moving up her thigh. I couldn't see her face. Then she turned her head.
Are you fucking kidding me right now? Amanda fucking Kelley. Of course. Then they kissed. And it was really passionate. He's never kissed me like that before. I mean I know he's drunk but still.
I walked up to them. Amanda saw me and smirked. She then kissed Justin. Again.
"Listen Amanda, do you know how many shots he's had? 17. He's beyond drunk, and has no feelings for you at all whatsoever. So have fun taking advantage of a drunk ass boy. And as for you Justin. We're done." I say and walk away. I see Drake by the bar. I walk up to him grab his face and makeout with him. I pull away to make sure Justin is looking. Yep, wonder how it makes him feel. I kiss Drake one more time.
"Call me sometime," I say and walk out.
Shit. What the fuck did I just do? Whatever. I just hope Justin feels as awful as I do.
Before I could even think, tears started streaming down my face. Justin was my first boyfriend that I ever told that I loved him. He was the first who gave me butterflies every time I saw him. The first who I wasn't embarrassed to be myself around. He was my first love, and now it's all gone.
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