Shadow

Twelve

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"Give me another one!" Luke shouts as he slams his hand on the bar.

"I want one too!" Natalie demands at the bartender.

Just as I reach the long stretched table, as if they felt my presence, both Luke and Natalie turn around and eye me.

"Ellie." Luke slurs before bringing me into a tight squeeze. Natalie narrows her small eyes on me before huffing and turning back to the bartender.

"You okay?" I giggle as Luke slants over to the side. I grab onto his arms to keep him from falling and straighten him out with a laugh.

"Oh my god, I'm so good. Like so good man. You don't even know, like I love it here and, and I love Natalie." He turns back to his girlfriend before kissing her on the cheek. She smiles just before the bartender sets down two full shot glasses in front of them.

"You seem good." I chuckle as his eyes widen on me.

"You, take a shot with us now!" He pulls my arm and brings me to his side.

"No, no, that's okay." I awkwardly release from his grip and take a step back.

"Come on, Ellie. Take a shot." Mads voice echoes from behind me and I turn around to meet her gaze. Her smile grows as mine does and she turns to the man beside her who she was laughing with earlier.

"This is my boyfriend, my other half, my lover." She jokes and I reach out my hand to meet his.

"Jack this is Ellie, Ellie this is Sir Jack Teller."

My stomach drops as does my hand before it could embrace his. His eyebrows furrow in confusion. Luckily Mads doesn't notice me rejecting his handshake because she's shouting at the bartender to get three more shots.

This, this is Jack Teller. If this is Jack Teller than who the fuck dragged Esmay out of her room? Because this man looks nothing like him. This man is much taller and he has thick blonde hair that is combed all to the right side of his face. Plus, his face is smooth unlike the man who grabbed Esmay upstairs.

My glare on him grows as I realize he's the whole reason why my older sister is bruised and bitten all over. This is the dick who beat my sister to a pulp and is making it a decision for her to get sent to the drainers.

He notices my mean stare because his face becomes more confused than ever. His eyes begin to narrow on me and I take a step forward so I'm closer to him, "You." I breath angrily and Mads shuffles back over to our sides, now with three shot glasses.

"You and I and Jack are taking shots now!" Mads says as she pushes a shot towards my chest. My hand captures the small object in my hand and some of the alcohol spills on my hand.

"Ready one, two, three!" Mads counts and on three both her and Sir Jack tilt their heads back. As they both have squinting faces from the awful flavor, I quickly turn around and take the empty shot glass in Luke's hand and switch it with mine.

Luckily when I turn back around, they both were oblivious to the fact that I didn't take the shot. "Yeah, that was, um, that was good stuff man!" I awkwardly lie.

"You didn't take a shot." Luke turns around pointing at me and laughing. "She gave it to me and took my empty glass." He explains to Mads and Jack, making her scowls at me while Jack leans his head back in laughter.

Luke embraces me and wraps his arm around my shoulder before bringing his mouth close to my ear, "You little cheater." His smelly breath invades my senses and I playfully push him of my shoulder.