Taking The Worst

The sound of the glasses and people cheering, loud music were resonating in that club.

"Here comes the star of our night. The bad boy, Zian Karlson," Austin uttered, raising his glass of wine, watching Zian entering the place.

Zian rolled his eyes. Shoving his hands in his pocket, he walked inside like he owned that place. Girls gazed at him with desires, not only just because he had some looks to desire for but almost everyone in their campus had heard how of a beast he was in bed.

Ignoring the flirty and seductive smiles the girls were giving him, Zian walked towards his friend Austin, John and Hedrick.

"Took you long enough, Karlson," Austin asked, sipping from his glass.

"Was stuck in traffic," Zian answered while signalling a waiter to come towards him with his fingers.

Grabbing the glass of alcohol from the tray, he dismissed the waiter.

"I seriously needed this," he uttered, chugging down the entire glass in one go.

"Easy there, Zian. What happened, buddy?" John asked. A scow