Since that night of everyone telling me how much of a shit head I am, every night after that I have spent it sulking in my apartment. AJ came round a few times in an attempt to make me feel better but he tried to convince me to go back to Florence.

"Just apologise, say it'll never happen again, that always works" He kept saying. This was the main reason as to why he hasn't been round since those words left his mouth. I've had a lot of time to think and it's not my fault, none of it. So, AJ, politely fuck off.

When Aubrey told me to 'grow the fuck up' I did just that. I sold my beloved car to some guy who paid me in full cash- dodgy I know but I will not be turning down that offer. Even if it means my most prized possession will probably end up ruining some rich white people's relationship. That same night, I bought the club. You could say I'm impulsive... I would agree.

It's been a few weeks since... that night. I've spent nearly all day and night working on the club, stripping the worse areas in preparation for fixing them. Boy oh boy, did this place need some work. It was fun, dancing to music whilst pulling plaster board off the wall- a good stress relief. I haven't spoken to the two woman who verbally berated me that night and I wasn't mad about it. Fuck them. I don't need them.

Today ended with me in handcuffs and screaming Florence's name. Unfortunately, not in the way you're thinking but instead with me in the back of a cop car. I did nothing wrong, we got into an argument and I threw my paint brush at her. She called the cops and filmed as I got arrested. What a bitch.

I can only assume the video ended up being plastered all over her social media as I was sat in the holding area, still behind bars, getting processed for spending the next few nights in jail as they waited for Florence to drop the charges. The two rather large white police officers let me know it was likely she would drop the charges; all I did was throw a paint brush and call her a few not so nice words.

The person beside me was entertaining to talk to and kept me company for the 12 hours I had been sat in the dingy jail. He was very high and we played rock paper scissors for God knows how long. In the middle of me on a losing streak, I had picked rock 6 times in a row without even realising, my name is called.

I stood up, still in my black dickies work pants with paint splatters all over them and an old shirt with small holes in. If I knew I would be having my mugshot I would've dressed a little nicer.

They handed me my phone and keys, to which only had the La Lace club keys on as I had sold my car. I gave them a sarcastic thanking before walking out, to which I was greeted by a view I didn't want nor expected to have seen.

"Oh, this is rich"

"Really? That's the kind of thanking I get for getting you out of JAIL."

Ignore. Carry on walking. Ignore her. Ignore her. Ignore her.

"Oh, so you're just going to ignore me now?" She patronised me.

The walk to wherever the fuck I'm going seemed to be taking longer than I expected. I couldn't remember the way to the club and even if I did, I would be walking miles to get there, that doesn't matter. All that matters is that I ignore her.

"Great, real mature, Y/N."

"You can fuck right off." My silence didn't last very long as I continued walking, flipping her off over my shoulder as I walked down the street towards... Somewhere.

After a few moments of silence as she followed behind me, I turned on my heels to look at her. "No, you know what..." I started.

"Fuck you, fuck all of you for trying to make me think this was all my fault. You're the one who verbally AND physically assaulted my Fiancée..."

"Ex-Fiancée" was the words she used to cut me off on my rant.

A sarcastic laugh left my lips as I looked at her. "Wow" I muttered before turning back around, my walk continuing once more.

"I think you're forgetting that I got a bloody nose for you!" She yelled after me.

"For me?! That wasn't 'for me'. That was for you and your pride!" I shouted back, mocking her voice as I quoted her.

"I'm not proud of what I did, okay?!" She yelled at me. Are we really about to start yelling at each other on the side of the street, right outside of a police station? I don't want to get arrested, again, so I charge back over to her.

"You threw me under the bus! Ruined my marriage."

"Threw you under the bus? You KISSED me, Y/N. If that doesn't say enough about your 'marriage' I don't know what will" She spits at me.

"So, you destroyed everything I had because I kissed you? Get a grip. Unlike yours, my marriage was perfectly fine." I scoff which gets a "You bitch" Look from Elizabeth which is engrained into my brain.

"Aubrey told me what you said or should I say confessed." She says confidently, biting her lip but not in that cute way she does but instead like the popular girl who just won the bitch fight. She won.

"Okay?" My shoulders shrug in an attempt to embarrass her, acting as though it wasn't as big of a deal as she was making it.

"So do you 'love' me?... 'want' me... 'need' me?" With every teasing word she took a step closer towards me, finishing as close to me as the night we kissed. I can smell her vanilla scent which she doses on in the morning, I know that smell all too well.

"Hmm?" She hums when I don't respond. My lips are parted as I look at her. Her forest green eyes staring back at me. Her hips push into mine as she gets closer to me, her back arches as her hand make their way to my shoulders, applying enough pressure to make my top crease as she pushes her hands up them and to my neck. Her hand holds the back of my head, flashbacks of our morning kisses or when we would have a small session whilst cooking dinner together.

"Kiss me" She commands, whispering it as she looks from my eyes and back to my lips with a seductive glance. Her head moves back and forth like we are going to kiss and each time my head shudders forward to make the connection.

"No"

A silence fell between us as her hands dropped off of my shoulders and I took a step back. "I don't need you" I shook my head.

Her face was plastered with confusion as she watched me turn around and continue walking. I still had no clue where I was going but that doesn't matter right now, what does matter is her thinking I'm a bad fucking bitch who needs no one. She didn't say a word and with that, I knew I had won.

"You're an asshole!" She yells out to me.

"I know!" I yell back.

After being fucked around for so long it felt empowering to feel like my old self. The person who couldn't give a fuck about anyone and who definitely didn't spend multiple nights on the couch eating her weight in toast. After walking for an hour, I was done. The empowered feeling had started to fade when my feet felt amputated. My legs swung in the air as I sat outside some random apartment building trying to compose myself before walking even further.

A car pulled up on the curb in front of me, at first, I was prepared to tell them off considering the speed in which they pulled up in front of me but when I saw the woman in the car, I simply laughed.

"You're stalking me now?"

She looked over to me, simply saying. "Get in the car" Her voice seemed stern but week, almost as though she was ready to cry.

"If you're going to cry then no thanks." I put bluntly. I didn't want to be in a car with someone who cried over how bad their life is when in reality they're living the dream. She rolled her eyes at me before leaning over and pushing the door open for me.

I slowly got up and got into the car, not wanting to seem eager but I honestly don't think I can walk much further, my beat-up converse were falling apart enough.

We sat in silence for a few minutes as she pulled away and started driving me towards my apartment.

"Take me to La Lace... Please" I add the nicety onto the end.

"I'm glad you bought it." She stated.

"Just wait till you see the inside, it's a shit show."

"So, I'm invited in?"

My head tilts against the headrest, looking over to her as she gave me a smile from the driver's seat.

"Do you know how to paint?"

"Of course, but I'm not doing it if you're going to throw a paint brush at me if I step out of line" Her unique laugh fills the car as she makes fun of my previous situation. I smile along with her before turning on the radio.

"Just behave and I won't have to"

Her eyebrow raises as she looks to me, nodding her head slightly before tapping to the beat of the music on the steering wheel.

I love this. I love...