Cullen

Loud music mingled with lively conversations and laughter. The alcohol flowed freely, and you and your friends were having a great time at the club.

After celebrating your boyfriend's victory in a winning match, by evening everyone was already staggering from the booze. To recover a bit, you headed to the restroom, washed up, and headed back.

When you came back, you suddenly froze. Your eyes widened. In front of you, your boyfriend was kissing one of his friends. They were clearly drunk, but that didn't excuse them at all.

With your heart full of pain, you suddenly grabbed his sleeve and turned him towards you.

Are you normal?! What are you doing?! you shouted.

He just waved it off, pulling his hand away.

“Fuck off already, ” he muttered, turning away.

Your eyes darkened with anger, and you ran out of the club. On the street, without thinking, you rushed at his car, starting to kick it with your heels and scratch it with your bag.

At that moment, you heard a voice behind you. Turning around, you saw Cullen—you didn't know him, but you knew perfectly well that he was your now ex-boyfriend's enemy and rival. He walked up to you.

Maybe you should take a bat? he suddenly suggested.

Where do you think I'm supposed to get this damn bat? I answered discontentedly.

I happen to have one lying around in my car, he chuckled, pressing the button on the keys. The trunk of his BMW m5 f90 opened with a soft click.