We're All Crooked Young

Ever since that day at the beach , Arlet has been practically ignoring me.

I breathed in deep as I sat in bed scrolling through social media. The moonlight and cool air brushing over my shirtless frame. My gym shorts hung low on my hips. Suddenly , I scrolled past a picture of Arlet and Ricky. Normally I'd just scroll past but the caption caught my eye.


'Meet my fiancé everyone '


My eyes grew wide. What the hell?

I truly hope it was just a joke . After the beach. . How could she marry him. ?


She knows how much I still love her. Slowly but surely I started to get pissed off .


I looked over and saw a full pill bottle laying on the counter. I totally forgot about that last bottle. I bit my lip nervously and I got up and checked the time.



10:13pm. I thought about it and made my decision. I'm tired of giving my love to someone that doesn't give it back. I sent a text out to all my lads saying let's get fucked up.



I stripped bare and slipped on some shredded skinny jeans and a sleeveless 'cunt' crew neck and black vans. I ran my fingers through my hair roughly and let it fall in my face. I haven't a hair cut in ages but I couldn't careless.


I heard a knock at my door and I quickly rushed down stairs. I swung the door open to see Matt N , Lee , Jordan and Jona.


Honestly I've forgiven Jona.


"You ready to get shit faced , mate?" Matt bellowed excitingly and we all laughed. "Hold up , I need to grab something really quick" I uttered and dashed Upstairs , I grabbed my phone and the pills.


I popped it open and downed three pills and swallowed them down with sink water.


I could immediately feel them working and my heart started to speed up , the familiar high was feeling my veins.


Fuck Arlet.

Fuck love.
Fuck Sobering Up .




I rushed down stairs and got in my car and headed to the club with the others. When we finally got to the club , I instantly strolled over to the bar. After about six shots of brown liquid , the world started to move in slow motion.


Matt turned out to be my Bar Buddy , as we started to take more shots , a couple of girls approached us. They were obviously hot and judging by their clothes , ready to fuck. I shot them my signature smirk and one tattooed girl in particular shot one back Any memory or feelings of Arlet was gone the second I took those pills.



We all strolled over to the dance floor , flashes of blue, green, and yellow lights were flickering in the dark room. After hours of grinding against each other and drinking. We left but I had a little tattooed doll face on my arm . The second we got to my house , she was all over me . Kissing my neck and grinding on me. Apparently, she's done this before.


I carried her up to my room and ripped off her clothes . All I remember is a flash of ripped clothes , and moans.




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I woke up with a massive headache and an empty bed . I groaned loudly and I quickly slipped in the shower and washed all of last night off of me . I got out a brushed my teeth and hair I slid on some black boxers and walked around the house.


I could smell food cooking and I followed the smell . I saw that chick from last night , she was cooking. I stood in the kitchen looking at her confused.


She was wearing MY shirt and boxers. I cleared my throat and she instantly turned around. "Good morning !" She chirped happily.


"What are you still doing here? " I questioned in a aggravated tone. "Well I was going to make you breakfast -" She uttered apologetically before I silenced her. "No .. You're not . You're a one night stand. You're supposed to leave. " I spat and her bright eyes grew wide.


"Oh .. I'm sorry. ." She whispered brokenly turning off the stove. Maybe it's the pills still in my system but I was pissed . She stood there awkwardly like a lost puppy.


"Well?! Piss off !" I screamed and she jumped in fear before running in the living room and grabbing her things and rushing out the door in tears.


Once she was gone , I smiled wickedly. Why did that feel so good? Maybe because this was the real me ..

Before I met Arlet. .. This is how I acted. I looked in the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water and chugged it . I sat down on the couch and looked at my phone. I deleted her number and any photos I had of her. From now on.... the old Oliver Scott Sykes is back.




-- Two Months Later--



I walked around with my dog as I walked him. The sunny air and heat warmed my skin. I looked at my phone and saw a text from one of the guys saying pratice is coming up.




I started texting back when I ended up running into someone. We both fell back and I looked up to see Arlet.


It's been a full two months of drinking , partying and sleeping around. The LAST person I wanted to see was the person who made me this way.



She must have been running because she had on short running shorts with a flex tank top and her long hair in a ponytail and tennis shoes.


"Ohmergawsh Oli! Long time no see!" She giggled pulling me into a hug that I didn't return back. I didn't want her touching me.



"Arlet. .." I grumbled.


"Where have you been , ?? I mean there's so much we need to talk-" She exclaimed before I cut her off.



"I honestly don't care what you have to say. Leave me the fuck alone .... go bother your fiancé and Piss off" I grumbled pushing past her and left her there speechless. The second I got home , I sent my fist through the wall.



Arlet was just like Hannah. A heart breaker with a pretty face. I'll be damned if I let love fuel me again.



I may live this destructive life but I couldn't careless.



I sent out a massive text and I smiled as I pressed send.




'Party at my house tonight. BRING EVERYONE'

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