Free Everything I Want by Natalie Barnes

table and gives me this cocky smile. “You should have told me, Sophia, that you wanted out. It would have been much easier for you than doing it that way.” Motherfucker! I did say I wanted out. He’s just putting on a show ’cause of Jared being right there. As I get on all fours, I punch Tristan’s shin. But all that did was hurt my hand. Ouch! “What the fuck!” Tristan starts bellowing with laughter, but I’m pissed. I crawl my way out of the table. The floor feels so gross on my palms. Hurrying up and trying hard not to rub into anybody, I make my way out of the table.
    Once I’m out, I look up and see Matt staring at me while I’m on my hands and knees. I didn’t know what else to do but plaster a cheesy smile on my face. Matt’s eye widens too and looks shocked to see me like this. Oh, great. I know this doesn’t look entirely good. Matt bends his head down and whispers to me. “What the fuck are you doing underneath the table, Sophia?” I give Matt this look with my eyes that says please don’t ask me questions as I bite my bottom lip . He shakes his head and takes a drink from his beer. After he sets his bottle down real quick, he extends his hand out for me to grab. Taking hold of Matt’s hand, he steadies me to my feet.
    Standing up, I start dusting myself off. “Yo! How the fuck did you get there, Sophie Mophie?” Roger stops mid-sentence with the other guys and stares at me. “You’re like fucking Houdini. I didn’t notice you even leaving the table. Shit, I didn’t realize I was that drunk yet!” Roger starts laughing; then, he waves for the waitress to come back over. Before walking away, I stop and turn to my right and very discreetly, I raise my middle finger at Tristan. He flashes this huge, all-teeth smile at me. I give him one more glare, and I start heading my way toward the restrooms. I’m just so annoyed right now; I’m seeing red. It’s definitely killing my buzz. To top it all off, he didn’t even explain to me why he pulled that little harlot stunt tonight.
    After using the restroom, I scrub the hell out of my hands. After being on that gross floor, my hands feel sick. I dry them off and look at myself in the mirror. I’m a little flushed-looking now, but that could be because of the booze or Tristan working me up. I notice that my eyeliner ran a smidge, so I take my fingers and gently wipe away the black residue from under my eyes. Thankfully, everything else still looks good. Okay, when I get back out there, I won’t let that asshole ruin my night. This is my first night out in a while, and we just finished our first show. So I’m celebrating, damn it! I will have just a couple more beers then back to the hotel I go.
    I start walking toward the door, and right before I push it open, I let out a breath that my lungs must have been holding in. Shit! I guess I’m pretty drunk already. As I walk back into the VIP room, I instantly notice Frankie standing up at the bar. Thank God!
    Squeezing my way through the now crowded area of people dancing, I can literally hear Roger’s laugh all the way over here. I look over at him and see him having a good time, and that puts a smile on my face. I’m so proud of all my boys tonight.
    Coming up to the bar, I poke Frankie in his right side. “Where have you been?” I ask him. He looks over his shoulder at me, and his face immediately lights up, showing off his teeth and his full lips. Frankie loves his lip injections. “I had other… Arrangements to tend to.” Frankie has this mischievous grin on now.
    “Ohh… Did you get some, Frank-ie?” I slurred a little bit, and that made me start laughing.
    Frankie gives me this curious look and asks, “Girl, are you fucked up right now?”
    “Nope! Not yet, but getting there.”
    Frankie leans into me and says, “Well, let’s just see about that, shall we?” He turns to the bar and waves his hand at one of the female bartenders. She looks up at him through long dark bangs and