**Naomi's point of view**
''Wait, I can't do this'' I said, as I pushed Jones away. We stood outside the club, and less than a second ago, he had his lips all over mine. I didn't know if it was because of Peter, because of my alcohol intake, or just due to the fact that I was completely and utterly heartbroken.
Never the less, it felt wrong to kiss him. He reacted differently than I imagined, and tried to kiss me again. His breath stank like alcohol, and it made me feel uncomfortable.
''Yes you can, come on. I know you want this-'' he said, as he leaned in again. My response was to push him away once again, and he didn't like that one bit. He pulled me in, in a locked position and kissed me as hard as he could.
