two | h.s. - t.c.

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i nudged him away from me, and he purposely stumbled away and back into my shoulder. "how long have you been watching me?" i asked.

he furrowed his eyebrows, "are those my glasses?" he looked at them as he held onto the straps of his bag.

"they're mine, actually—i actually drank from the cup i have no idea what you're talking about."

"you don't have to lie, i'm a shitty person anyways does it look like i care?"

i looked at him, "you're totally right."

"it's funny, i can't tell if you're being sarcastic or not."

"it's funny, it's almost as if that's the point." i smiled.

he smiled as he said "i'm back to hating you again."

"really? i don't remember you ever stopping." we walked outside, everyone getting into the cars already. "you don't seem so hungover, how was last night?"

"it was," he paused, stalling. "okay—good, y'know." he shrugged, "normal."

if i knew that his answer sounded weird, then he had to know. i shrugged, mocking him. "yeah, normal, okay, good."

he quickly started towards the car, "see you." he mumbled.

Timothée's pov

"i'm totally fucked." i said to harry as soon as i closed the car door.

"what now?" he asked with a sigh, looking up from his phone.

remember that blonde? i wanted to say. but then i'd have to explain everything that happened last night, and i didn't need any more of his judgement.

it's not like i did anything with her.
it's just that i almost did.

not really. well.
after i walked back to the club, i went my separate way and drank some more. i was still pissed off at harry—and yes, pissed off, not jealous—after seeing him worry so much for jenny.

that, plus the way she kept looking at him yesterday. let's just say i wasn't in a good mood. the blonde showed up at the bar again and talked about god knows what, i was just nodding and drinking over and over.

and then we somehow ended up in those private backrooms or whatever. i'd barely even danced with her when she suddenly grabbed my hand and led me there. i don't know why i didn't stop her.

so there we were, entering the private room—pretty harshly might i add—she was very pushy, i was practically pushed into there. maybe she liked pushing men around because she did it again, pushing me towards the bed.

i plopped down, sitting on the edge of the bed now as i just stared at her. she was pretty, i won't lie. but i think she was on something, her eye makeup was all smudged and she looked like she was so tired to the point where she was wide awake.

i just sat there like, what am i doing right now? what am i about to do? why am i even here?

i didn't want to be there, yet i was. it's like the only girl i ever saw now was jenny, i didn't care about being with anyone else. before i met her, i was probably with a new girl every week.

i wasn't saying a word yet it felt like i was saying so much just by letting it get this far with this stranger. she stood between my legs and smoothed her hands over my shoulders and began to kiss my neck.