I don’t see him anywhere and it spurs me to have more than my fair share of champagne. What am I supposed to do with this? In my drunken state, I start venting to Allie, who’s another regular at these parties.
“Maybe you were right. Maybe he’s just like every other guy.” She pats my shoulder.
“Harper, no. Don’t listen to what everyone else is saying.”
I turn to look over my shoulder at her. “What do you mean?”
“Well, that you guys got together too fast. That it’s distracting him and affecting his performance on the field.”
“People are saying that?!” I hadn’t heard that.
“Yeah.” Allie sounds sad.
“Maybe he needs time to figure all that out. I’ll give him some space. I’m sure it’ll all be fine.”
“You’re not worried that…” she trails off.
“Not worried that…what? Spit it out Allie.”
“That he’s getting bored of you?”
“No! Why would you even say that?”
“You know his reputation, Harper. The women he goes out with.”
“Okay sure, but a lot of that was gossip.”
“We saw it with our own eyes.”
“We saw him dating people, not what went on when they left.”
“You know what went on. Come on, Harper.”
“I can’t see him as that guy. It just doesn’t match up with the person I know.”
“Fine, you know your relationship better than I do. Just be careful, okay?”
“I will. I know what I’m doing.”
She narrows her eyes at me.
“Stop, I do know. He’s -”
“Different?” She cuts me off.
“Whatever. Come on, let’s get some more champagne.”
“You sure that’s a good idea?”
“Two seconds ago you were patting my shoulder telling me not to listen to everyone else. Then you go right to criticizing my relationship choices, and now you’re questioning my champagne intake?”
“Okay, fine let’s go.”
“That’s right.”
“You’re a mean drunk, Harper.”
“I’m not drunk, Allie.”
