Sorry guys, it’s really short. But I didn’t really know what to do with this chapter.
Enjoy!
With my now empty plastic red cup in hand, I stumbled into the kitchen for a refill that I most likely didn’t need all too much. Since the Hawks had left two days ago for their season ending three game road trip, I had been doing a lot of partying with my friends that I had met in back in the day before I stopped going to college …quite possibly a little too much partying for my own good.
I grabbed a bottle of Captain Morgan off of the counter and immediately began filling my cup with it and an addition of Dr. Pepper. “Hey, can I help you with that?” Before I realized what was going on I felt an arm wrap around my waist and a muscular body press against my back as the smell of Axe filled my nostrils. I knew that voice. I hoped to God that I was wrong, but when I turned around all of my suspicions were confirmed. Standing in front of me was my ex-boyfriend, Will. I couldn’t believe he had the nerve to show up at my house and crash my party.
“Nah, I think I’ve got it from here, thanks,” I slurred as I set the Morgan on the counter and attempted to walk away without looking him in the eye. I couldn’t.
“Cole, you can’t avoid me all night, you know that right?” he asked with a slight laugh in his voice.
“Well, I can always try,” I replied as I stepped into the living room. “And besides, who invited you into my house anyway?”
“Well, actually, I invited myself.”
“Haha, I should have known,” I said with an eye roll. “You’re too much of a pussy to talk to me when we’re actually sober.”
“Hey, hey, easy now.” He grabbed me by the hand and pulled me into my brother’s vacant room.
“What do you think you’re doing?!” I shouted as I attempted to open the door and leave.
“Wait, just talk to me,” he pleaded as he grabbed my hand. I looked into his green eyes that were now filled with some sort of sincerity and I sat down on Patrick’s bed and began sipping on my drink, knowing that if I didn’t deal with it now, I would have to eventually.
“Well, talk…” I began in an annoyed tone. I really didn’t have the patience for this.
“I’m really sorry for what I put you through, Cole. Honestly. I haven’t stopped thinking about what a dick I am since the day it happened.”
I wanted to believe him, I really did. But I couldn’t. Walking in on him and my best friend, Alexis, having sex was probably one of the hardest things to watch. Alexis craved the male attention more than anything, and when Will gave it to her, she turned on me, and convinced Will to turn on me as well.
That’s when I decided that I was over the immature drama that college, and the people in it brought, so I dropped out and moved in with my brother.
When I didn’t reply right away, I could tell that Will was becoming more and more uneasy as he began fidgeting with the buttons on his shirt. “Haha funny that you wait a year and a half to come and tell me how sorry you are. What? Did the girls stop giving it up to you because you gave yourself a bad rep? Too bad sweetie, `cuz you’re little desperate act isn’t going to phase me.”
“I-I’ll never do it again. I’m not like that anymore, babe.” he replied desperately.
“Save your cliché lines for the next girl that you plan on ruining `cuz I’m over you. I have a boyfriend now. So if you don’t mind, I’d like you to leave.” I replied coldy.
“You… you mean you are dating someone?” he asked.
“Yeah, never thought I would have gotten over you now would you?”
“Well… umm-”
“Will, honestly. Just go, please.” I begged.
“One day I will make this up to you Cole. I still love you.”
“We’ll see about that when you’re actually sober, sweetie. Now leave.” I stood up from my brother’s bed and sloppily followed him out of his bedroom door, into the living room, and watched him exit through the front door. I released a sigh.
What a night, eh?
Time for another drink, cheers!
