“I’m fine,” I lied too quickly. “I mean, it’s probably not what it looks like,” I said defensively. He loved me, he’d told me over and over. Chris wouldn’t do this to me. No. He wouldn’t. I had to give him the benefit of the doubt. It just looked like more than it was.
Chelsea waved her hand at the waitress rapidly. “We’re going to need two pints,” she said, throwing down some cash, “and keep them coming!” And that’s exactly what she did. Four pints and three hours later, we were both very intoxicated but that was fine, great actually. My heart wasn’t hurting anymore, no all I was feeling was warm and fuzzy inside. I actually felt good.
“I can’t believe that asshole!” Chelsea raged again. “I mean, what was he thinking! That trashy skank isn’t even pretty!” she continued and then hiccupped. “You are so much more beautiful than her!” she got out through another hiccup. I laughed because this was the twentieth time she’d said exactly that in the last two hours.
“I mean he was lucky to even be with you. The bastard!” she went on, doing a good job of keeping up the conversation for the both of us. Our fries arrived and I dug into them, knowing I should probably sober up a little. Chelsea’s phone vibrated on the table between us and she quickly picked it up and started scrolling. I ignored her and focused on the food in front of me. They sure knew how to make good fries here.
“Lee,” Chels said, softly this time and passed me her phone. I took it with clumsy hands and focused my eyes on the bright screen in front of me. I’m going to puke, I thought as I felt the fries and beer lurch back up my throat. I quickly covered my mouth with both hands, dropped her phone on the table and made a run for the restroom. I was thankful I’d tied my hair up in a bun. After two disgusting heaves into the toilet I was done. I washed my face with some cold water and rinsed my mouth out before returning to the table, completely sober now.
“You okay, Hon?” Chels asked, taking my hand and giving it a soft squeeze.
“I’m fine,” I lied again. “I should’ve expected as much.” And that was the truth. How could I have been so naïve? I should have known better. If it had been anyone else’s situation I would’ve known this would happen, but not with Chris. I thought he really did love me. I’d been a fool.
I looked through the pictures again, disgusted but unable to look away. Chris was plastered to the platinum blonde skank in quite the liplock in every picture. In one photo they were pressed up against a wall, in another she was straddling his lap. Again, I felt the need to puke but this time I knew I wouldn’t.
“He’s such a prick!” Chelsea said for me, “You’ve been here waiting for him and he’s been home not able to keep it in his pants! Do you know how many times you could’ve gotten laid here?” she continued, a little too loud for my liking. My cheeks caught heat in embarrassment.
I stared at the pictures a little longer and felt my disgust and pain turn to rage. I’d believed in him! I’d trusted him with my heart and this was how he repaid me! It would have been better if he’d just broken up with me instead of selfishly stringing me along.
“Let’s find you a rebound. Someone to make you forget that asshat,” Chelsea said, scanning the crowd with her squinting blue eyes. I chugged the new pint the waitress had brought for me and felt my head start to get fuzzy and my chest feel warm inside again.
“Look, he’s kind of cute!” Chelsea exclaimed, gesturing to a man with brown hair that fell into his face and lots of piercing in his ears and one on his eyebrow.
“No, I’m good, Chels,” I told her, shaking my head. He was cute but not my type and hooking up with some stranger definitely wouldn’t make me feel better.
“Thanks for everything but I’m just going to take off now.” I was more than ready for some alone time.
“Aww, Lee,” she pouted, “Do you want me to come with you?” she asked and I knew she didn’t want to leave but she would just for me, because she was a great friend.
“No, no! Please stay,” I assured her, meaning every word of it. “I could use some time alone.” That and I didn’t want to ruin her last night here. I smiled as I grabbed my bag, not wanting to let on just how miserable I really felt inside. She nodded, knowing me and understanding that being alone was the best thing for me right now. I needed to think.
“Okay, I’ll be home late,” she warned, her eyes filled with mischief. Of course, she would be. She had to get her last dose of German cock after all. “I love you,” she said warmly, giving me a hug good-bye.
“Love you too,” I said quietly as I turned to leave. The room was moving slightly as I walked towards the exit. I was still tipsy, even after upheaving most of my stomach contents. I tried to focus on what was in front of me and still, I managed to miss a step. I was caught by big warm hands as a pair of strong, muscular arms pressed me against a hard chest.
“I am so sorry!” I rattled out, as my cheeks burned with embarrassment. “I am so…” I began to say, until my eyes met the emerald green gems that stared back at me. “Clumsy,” I finished, after a noticeably long pause.
I stared up at the stranger holding me, taking in how beautiful he was. No, that didn’t quite cover it. He was gorgeous; I’d never seen a
