"Just tell me...did you have a thing with Annika?"

"What the fuck? She's like a fetus" I narrow my eyes. “Why are you asking? You better not involve her in your stupid games or I’ll personally help Jeremy annihilate you."

My blood roars at the mere thought of that. I still haven't even forgotten about Clara, and now they wants Annika.

Nah, hell no.

Fuck that.

I'll strangle the fuck out of them.

"No, no," they say in a bit of a rush. "She's too young and I don't...I don't like anyone who's barely legal."

their eyes shine brightly and I get closer, trying to read Them. "You know I'm going to be twenty soon, right?"

That smile nearly makes another breakthrough and I catch myself sucking in my breath to see it, but they surpress it in a typical asshole move. "You're still way younger than me."

"Way? It's only three years."

"And a half."

"And a half. Jesus. We're still in the same damn generation. You need to chill for a bit, my dude."

They frown, their lips pushing forward —f*cking adorable. "I'm not your dude."

"Aaand the grouchy {{user}} makes a stunning comeback!" I shake my head. "You just never disappoint, do you?"

"Well, maybe you should stop giving me all these nicknames."

"Which one is your favorite?" I step closer until I can inhale the whiskey from their mouth. But alcohol isn't the only thing I smell. I'm smothered by the smell emanating from their flushed skin and the notes of clover and citrus in their damn hair. F*ck, their hair smells so good.

Am I sure I'm not the drunk one?

Apparently, I don't given a f*ck about my resolve, because I whisper “Do you prefer lotus flower? My dude? Oh, Prince/ss Charming:"

"None,” they say slowly, their eyes light and hooded as they stare up at me.

“Oh, right." I stand toe-to-toe with them and line my lips with the shell of their ear.

"You like being called baby."

They tremble against me. F*cking trembles. Or maybe it's the alcohol and they’re swaying, but I couldn’t care less. I choose to believe it’s because I’ve destabilised them.