—Graham
I drank my sixth, seventh, and eighth beers while Bella and Rikker were having their private little chat.My stories don’t disappoint, he’d said. God only knows what he was telling Bella. Was it the version of events where we used to be more than friends? Or was it the blow-by-blow of the day westoppedbeing friends?
At least if he told her that story, it would be a short story: there was an alley. Four rednecks gave chase, while yelling, “Get the faggots!” I ran away, and Rikker spent the next week in a hospital. I didn’t visit him, and I never even called. Then he left the state.
The end.
You know that cliché about time healing all wounds? Time had scabbed this one over pretty well. But Rikker showing up had ripped that sucker right off. And I felt sure that anyone looking at me right now would be able to see the bleeding.
Before tonight, I didn’t know that you could be both drunk and literally twitching with anxiety at the same time.
Bella and Rikker were in there a long time, hidden just from my view except for her elbow, for what seemed like an eternity. Eventually she rose up to hug him. Or maybe kiss him. (Because we’re talking about Bella, here.) Then she came back into view, a cheery smile on her face.
And Rikker went the other direction, leaving the bar.
And I drank yet another beer, feeling nothing but dread.
Bella didn’t come back to sit by me for quite a while after that. At least I think it took a while. The details began to get pretty fuzzy.
“Graham.”
I opened my eyes, and Bella was shaking me. “What?” Somehow I was still sitting in a booth at Capri’s.
“Wake up, Sweetie. Are you okay?”
“‘Course,” I tried to say, although my throat was thick.
Bella laughed. “How did you get so wasted on Capri’s pitchers? You’d have to drink a wholebarrelof this swill.”
“You have to really want it,” I mumbled.
“Come on. Let’s get you home.” She led me out the back door and down College Street toward Beaumont House.
“Wait a second.” It came out “shecond.” We were passing one of the secret societies’ crypts. I ducked behind the elegantly-pruned shrubberies and unzipped. Secret societies were a bunch of elitists who probably wanted nothing to do with me. So whenever I needed to take a piss on the way home from the bar, I favored their walls with my business.
I heard a deep sigh from Bella where she waited on the sidewalk. “We lead a glamorous life, you know?”
“Yeah, baby.”
At a drunk’s pace, I followed Bella to my entryway door. “I can make it from here,” I slurred.
“Don’t argue. I haven’t seen your room yet, anyway.”
“S’good to have a single,” I said, trying to hold up my end of the conversation.
When we’d climbed the stairs to my room, I fumbled with the key for so long that Bella grabbed it out of my hand and unlocked the door herself. Inside, she gave a low whistle. “Nice. Where did you get a second bed?”
Instead of one regulation twin, I had two of them hitched up next to each other. “You know Donovan?”
“The tight end?” Bella kicked off her shoes.
“Yeah. He bought a waterbed, so I took his.”
She giggled. “Seriously? How did he fill it up?”
“Not my problem,” I said, yanking down the comforter on my giant bed. “I had to buy king-sized stuff, so I hope he doesn’t change his mind.” I dropped my jeans and fumbled my shirt over my head. That brought me down to just boxers. I climbed all the way into the bed, making room for Bella.
I closed my eyes, as if I didn’t really care whether she sat down next to me or not. But the truth was, I didn’t want to be alone. I didn’t want to know where my mind would take me tonight if I was left to myself. Nowhere good.
