"Sorry to break it to you, Sweetheart, but you can't change unless you're dead or dying." The corner of his mouth curled up into a smirk, and he shrugged a shoulder. "But hey, you deserve a round of applause for trying."


1. The Party.

The smell of horrible body odor, alcohol, and throw up lingered in the air, almost making it seem entirely impossible to breathe. I'm pretty no one else seemed to mind the intoxicating stench, due to the fact that they were either grinding their asses off from the middle of the dance floor, or just too bloody drunk.

Like my best friend, Rose Anderson, who seemed to abandon me for some older man with a beard. Usually, this was our weekend routine, but for some reason tonight, I felt too sick to even cope with anything.

Going home wasn't an option because Rose was the only transportation I had, and even if I did have a car, there was no way I'd leave her here alone. Especially on this side of town. With a sigh, I rested my chin on the bar counter.

"Rough night?" An unfamiliar Irish voice spoke in my ear, leaving an unwanted chill down my spine. My head snapped up to match up with a pair of beautiful blue eyes, and then slightly, my mouth gaped open. Quickly recovering, He flashed me an amused grin, repeating what he had said.

"Actually, I am having a great night, thank you."

Astonished, he said, "I'm Nathaniel."

"Nice to meet you, Nathaniel."

"Well, aren't you going to tell me what your name is?" He ran a hand through his blonde hair nervously.

"I don't give out my name to strangers whom I've only known for three seconds."

"Good thing you've only known me for thirty-five, so, your name is?"

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