Y/N sat on the curb in the cul de sac where her ex-boyfriend's mistress lived. Tears ran down her face as she drank from the bottle of Jack Daniels. She winced from the burning. She looked at it seeing it was half full. The brown liquor swished inside the glass.

"Fuck that nigga." She whispered rocking back and forth.

A metal bat sat next to her. She took another drink from the bottle and then picked up the bat. Her red eyes landed on the expensive car in front of her.

Y/N swayed as she stood up on her feet. She swung the bat hitting the back window. It cracked slightly. She screamed in anger. Her ex had hurt her and now she'd demolish his most prized possession.

She took a deep breath hitting the other window. It shattered on impact. The glass pieces fell everywhere. Y/N laughed drunkenly as she hit more windows. The sounds of her bat hitting the car made the front door open.

"Yo, what the fuck!" A voice shouted making her turn around.

Y/N smiled hitting the headlight of the car. It broke on impact. Y/N held the bat up one more time earning shouts from the man, "Put the bat down!"

She squinted her eyes looking at the man in front of her. He walked down the front steps with his hands on his head. Y/N's mouth opened when she saw his shirtless chest and curly hair. That was not her ex.

"Wait, you're not DeAngelo." She slurred dropping the bat.

He quickly approached her yanking the bat from her hands, "No, I'm Oakley."

Y/N tried to step back from him but he roughly grabbed her arm shaking her, "Why the fuck would you do that? Seriously? My car, man!"

Y/N started crying again, "I-I was looking for the house on 32nd Street."

"This is 33rd Street," Oakley whispered staring at the heartbroken girl in front of him.

Y/N hiccuped, "I'm sorry, I can pay for repairs."

Oakley kept a tight grip on the girl scared she'd run off without getting his car fixed. But when she kept crying he sighed, "Don't worry about it. You've done enough."

Y/N winced looking down at his hands. His knuckles were white as he gripped her. She knew he was mad, "I fuck everything up. My ex cheated on me. That was my fault. I fucked up your car. My fault. I'm so drunk. My fault."

Oakley laughed but instantly regretted it, "It's not your fault. Come on."

He tugged her towards the front door so she could sleep it off. Y/N turned green feeling her mouth water. She panicked pushing him away. Vomit came up her throat landing on the sidewalk.

Oakley ignored her vomiting and stood by the front door. He watched as she cried clutching her stomach.

"Don't tell me you're a crybaby." He said making her cry even more.

"I'm just really sensitive," Y/N said wiping her tears.

"I can see that."

Oakley pushed her on the couch kicking his trash can in front of her. Y/N groaned feeling terrible. Her eyes were barely open. She knew she shouldn't have been in a stranger's house but he was a beautiful stranger.

Oakley came back with a bottle of water and pain meds. He squatted down in front of her. With ease, he opened the bottle of water and held it to her mouth. Y/N shook her head, "No."

Oakley gave her a look, "It'll make you feel better."

Y/N obliged sipping the water. He pushed the pill in her mouth watching her swallow it. He flashed her a smile. Y/N felt her stomach flip, "Oh my god. You're so fuckable. Wait, I didn't mean to say that out loud. I meant to say you're very handsome sir."

Oakley shook his head trying not to laugh, "Shhh."

He unraveled a blanket and tucked her in. Y/N snuggled into the couch enjoying the feeling of someone taking care of her. Her eyes fluttered closed when he turned the light off, "I'm really sorry."

Y/N shot up from the couch the minute she woke up. A hand flew to her mouth as she tried not to vomit again. Y/N took a deep breath before looking around the room. Oakley sat on the opposite couch eating noodles. Y/N screamed throwing the blanket over her head.

"Oh my god! Please don't tell me I did something embarrassing?" Y/N spoke as the blanket muffled her speech.

Oakley shrugged as he continued eating, "I mean if you count busting the windows out of my car, vomiting on the street, crying, and then calling me fuckable. Then yes, that's a bit embarrassing, darlin'."

His British accent piqued her interest. She slid out from under the covers, "I'm really sorry. I can pay for it, I swear."

He watched her anxious expression. Oakley thought she was pretty despite the crust in her eyes and the alcohol on her breath, "It's okay. The bathroom's over there."

Y/N eyed him nervously. She placed the blanket over her head again trying to conceal her ugliness as she walked inside the bathroom. The minute she shut the door, Oakley laughed, "She's so weird for that."

Y/N reappeared a few minutes later with a fresh breath, washed face, clean body, and Oakley's clothes. This time he thought she was fuckable. Y/N could feel his eyes on her as she put her shoes on, "What?"

"Nothing."

Y/N smiled warmly at him, "Here's my contact info. I really wanna make it up to you. What I did was so terrible. I wasn't trying to bust out your windows."

"Just DeAngelo's right?" Oakley asked leaning against the door frame.

"Yeah. I should probably go to his actual street and bust them out now." Y/N looked around for the bat.

Oakley grabbed her chin, "Don't do that."

Y/N blushed feeling sparks fly in her stomach, "Okay. But I'm serious about paying you back."

Oakley's eyes scanned her face. "I told you it's cool."

Y/N rolled her eyes at him, "Fine but even if I treat you to lunch or something."

Oakley opened the front door for her, "It's cool."

Y/N gave him another smile and left. Oakley watched her climb into the Uber and drive away. His eyes landed on the napkin with her name and phone number. He read it, "Y/N. That's pretty. Hmm, I just might text her."

So much for getting his car repaired.

Authors Note:

ohh I loved this one

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