She said she didn’t want his camera to get broken but I guess she was okay with breaking his heart. “Think that’s what I care about right now?” He questioned her as he grips tightened on the bedsheet. He did appreciate her caring about his things but it wasn’t enough right now. "We didn’t.” He was happy to hear this but wasn’t fully sold on it. His trust had been broken one too many times and he knew body language spoke louder than verbal. “Okay, Jezebel,” Mikel said simply as he stood onto his feet. His head spun as he did and it took him a few seconds to regain composure. He walked over to the door and gripped the handle, twisting on it but nothing happening. “What the hell.” He mumbled and tried a little harder. “Were stuck in here.” He shook his head and leaned on the back of the door. “I care about you, Mikel. I really do. That’s why I’m here, now.” He scoffed and rubbed his face. “How the hell do you expect me to believe you?” He questioned her and felt his voice break a little when he looked at her. She wouldn’t look back at him though. “I never lied to you" He rolled his eyes and walked across the room to grab the bottle sitting on the floor. His fingers tightening on the neck of it as he looked down at the rim.
So many memories of his were all centered around bottles and substances. He was the newest version of the old him at this moment. His thoughts were racing. He knew he shouldn’t be drinking but what else did he have left for him anymore. “I could be down there right now,” He pointed with the bottle in his hand to the door, signaling to the party. “I could have my tongue down another girls throat, how would that make you feel?” He chuckled to himself before kissing the bottle and closing his eyes. He walked back into the bathroom, he could still see her though since it was connected to his room. He set the bottle on the corner of the counter. Mikel looked at the broken mirror and bottle on the floor, he had broken many things tonight already. He stepped over it and kicked off his shoes, unzipping his skinny jeans, and pulled them off his legs. He pulled the shirt and button up over his head, setting his glasses down next to the bottle also. “I need to shower.” He told her with a smug look and licked his lips as he looked at her, his eyes a little less glazed over now as he looked her up and down instinctively.
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