Tangled Love

My conscience reminds me exactly of what I did and I bit back a laugh at the irony.

"God, is this what's it's like to be drunk?" I groan as I try to make my way back to the club doors, my feet heading in completely different directions. I stumble on my heel and wobble a little, my hand shooting out to steady myself. Nothing is in reaching distance and I shut my eyes tightly, feeling myself tumble forward onto the floor.

I wait for the moment my body would smash into the cold slab floors but it never happens. Warm hands suddenly circle around my waist from behind and tug me upwards, causing my eyes to snap open. I see myself be pulled back from the ground and sigh in relief.

I turn to thank whoever it is that saved me from having a face that resembled mashed potatoes. My eyes fall on Tobias.

"Tobias to the rescue," I giggle at him and he shakes his head at me, his arms never leaving my waist.

"You're drunk," he states, his tone flat and I beam back at him.

I respond, slapping his chest that is so close to

almost fell..." I add, scowling at the floors. I feel Tobias' hands

I reassure him and he nod: slightly before letting go, his

drop immediately, sadness filling my eyes. I lean against the brick wall and wrap my arms

"Yeah."

a cigarette

an idiot," I respond quickly and Tobias shrugs —

it is" he states and I raise my brow at him, watching as he takes a deep drag from his cigarette.

"So, how is it then?" I ask intrigued at what he thought about the whole situation between Jake and I. He's silent for a

ask impatiently and he smirks