when
neither of us remember what happened,” Josh says.
“What are you talking
about?” I interrupt. Both of their heads whip around to me at
the sound of my voice.
“It’s nothing,
beautiful,” Josh tries to say in a calming voice. I look over
to Lola and give her a pleading look.
“Josh and I slept together,”
she answers softly.
I’m dumbfounded. I don’t
know what to say. I just look at them both, waiting for them to tell
me it’s all a lie, but I can tell by looking at both of them
that it’s the truth. Everything is finally making sense. That’s
why she doesn’t want me with him. That’s why she was
always pushing me to stay away from him, and why she was cheering for
Dylan.
“Beautiful,
it was nothing. We were drunk, and aren’t quite sure what
happened, short of waking up together,” he says in a pleading
tone.
I look back over to Lola. “This
is why you didn’t want me with him, isn’t it?”
“Yes, I know how he is, and
I don’t want him to hurt you.”
“I would never hurt her,
Lola. So don’t go saying stuff like that.” He turns back
to me. “You know I would never hurt you on purpose.” He
tries to take my hand and I just snatch it back and take a step back.
He looks hurt by this, but that’s nothing compared to how
betrayed I feel. I just need to get out of here. I turn around
looking for
my bag,
find it, and start heading towards the door. Just as I’m about
to open it, Josh grabs me by the arm.
“Please don’t leave. I
can explain everything, but please don’t leave me.”
I can’t even stand the sight
of him. I pull my arm free and walk out the door. I have no idea
where I’m going to go. I don’t want to head back to the
apartment because Lola will be waiting, and all I want to do is smack
her across the face for not being honest with me. And Josh, God, what
a dick! He should have been honest instead of weaselling his way into
my heart.
God, I can’t believe I was
going to move in with him. Now I just want to get drunk and forget
about it all. Hopefully, that will take my mind off the two
backstabbing liars.
I call up Rose and ask her to
have drinks with me. I pull up to a bar near the hospital I work at,
and spot her as soon as I walk in. When I get closer, I
see she isn’t
alone. It looks like there are a few people here from work, and Dylan
is one of them.
I go to turn around and take off,
but Rose notices me and waves me over. Everyone looks up, but all I
can see is Dylan’s eyes scanning me from head to toe. It makes
me nervous because I wonder if he knows already. He’s friends
with Blake, though I don’t think he would have said anything to
anyone. I walk over and wave hi to everyone. Rose asks me to the bar
with her to grab a drink. I follow and she looks me up and down.
“So, tell me what’s
up?”
“Just a lot going on. I just
want to get white girl wasted tonight.”
She knows something’s up,
but she doesn’t push me.
“Well, when you decide to
talk, let me know,” she says with a hug.
Two hours later, I’m well on
my way to being very drunk. I have shot after shot, and someone is
always putting a drink in my hand when I’m empty. I’ve
filled Rose in with what’s going on, so I suppose that’s
her way of helping me drown my sorrows. I have a feeling that Dylan
overheard our conversation. He has been a gentleman all night,
grabbing me glasses of water and so forth. When Rose hands me another
beer, I chug it back. Now I’m a stumbling mess, but Dylan grabs
me before I make a fool of myself and fall head first.
“You’re so pretty,”
I tell him. Okay, now I’m definitely drunk.
“Okay, Sasha, I think we
need to get you home,” he says while grabbing hold of my arm.
“Noooo! I can’t go
back there, and I won’t.” I stamp my foot like a
two-year-old.
“Okay, where do you want to
go?” he asks.
“Just a hotel will be fine.”
“How about you stay at mine
and see where you want to go from there?”
“No, I
neither of us remember what happened,” Josh says.
“What are you talking
about?” I interrupt. Both of their heads whip around to me at
the sound of my voice.
“It’s nothing,
beautiful,” Josh tries to say in a calming voice. I look over
to Lola and give her a pleading look.
“Josh and I slept together,”
she answers softly.
I’m dumbfounded. I don’t
know what to say. I just look at them both, waiting for them to tell
me it’s all a lie, but I can tell by looking at both of them
that it’s the truth. Everything is finally making sense. That’s
why she doesn’t want me with him. That’s why she was
always pushing me to stay away from him, and why she was cheering for
Dylan.
“Beautiful,
it was nothing. We were drunk, and aren’t quite sure what
happened, short of waking up together,” he says in a pleading
tone.
I look back over to Lola. “This
is why you didn’t want me with him, isn’t it?”
“Yes, I know how he is, and
I don’t want him to hurt you.”
“I would never hurt her,
Lola. So don’t go saying stuff like that.” He turns back
to me. “You know I would never hurt you on purpose.” He
tries to take my hand and I just snatch it back and take a step back.
He looks hurt by this, but that’s nothing compared to how
betrayed I feel. I just need to get out of here. I turn around
looking for
my bag,
find it, and start heading towards the door. Just as I’m about
to open it, Josh grabs me by the arm.
“Please don’t leave. I
can explain everything, but please don’t leave me.”
I can’t even stand the sight
of him. I pull my arm free and walk out the door. I have no idea
where I’m going to go. I don’t want to head back to the
apartment because Lola will be waiting, and all I want to do is smack
her across the face for not being honest with me. And Josh, God, what
a dick! He should have been honest instead of weaselling his way into
my heart.
God, I can’t believe I was
going to move in with him. Now I just want to get drunk and forget
about it all. Hopefully, that will take my mind off the two
backstabbing liars.
I call up Rose and ask her to
have drinks with me. I pull up to a bar near the hospital I work at,
and spot her as soon as I walk in. When I get closer, I
see she isn’t
alone. It looks like there are a few people here from work, and Dylan
is one of them.
I go to turn around and take off,
but Rose notices me and waves me over. Everyone looks up, but all I
can see is Dylan’s eyes scanning me from head to toe. It makes
me nervous because I wonder if he knows already. He’s friends
with Blake, though I don’t think he would have said anything to
anyone. I walk over and wave hi to everyone. Rose asks me to the bar
with her to grab a drink. I follow and she looks me up and down.
“So, tell me what’s
up?”
“Just a lot going on. I just
want to get white girl wasted tonight.”
She knows something’s up,
but she doesn’t push me.
“Well, when you decide to
talk, let me know,” she says with a hug.
Two hours later, I’m well on
my way to being very drunk. I have shot after shot, and someone is
always putting a drink in my hand when I’m empty. I’ve
filled Rose in with what’s going on, so I suppose that’s
her way of helping me drown my sorrows. I have a feeling that Dylan
overheard our conversation. He has been a gentleman all night,
grabbing me glasses of water and so forth. When Rose hands me another
beer, I chug it back. Now I’m a stumbling mess, but Dylan grabs
me before I make a fool of myself and fall head first.
“You’re so pretty,”
I tell him. Okay, now I’m definitely drunk.
“Okay, Sasha, I think we
need to get you home,” he says while grabbing hold of my arm.
“Noooo! I can’t go
back there, and I won’t.” I stamp my foot like a
two-year-old.
“Okay, where do you want to
go?” he asks.
“Just a hotel will be fine.”
“How about you stay at mine
and see where you want to go from there?”
“No, I
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