Wiping the tears from under my eyes, I take a deep breath. “Let’s go have fun.”
* * *
I don’t know why I’m the one carrying this poor girl up the stairs right now, but here I am. She clearly had too much to drink, and keeps saying incoherent babble about how sorry she is about what happened to me.
It doesn’t take a detective to realize she’s talking about Nathan. I try my best to ignore it, she’s fucked up and I don’t need some random girl trying to convince me that it wasn’t my fault.
“Come on, you gotta work with me here” I grunt.
She looks up at me with glassy eyes, “I swear I didn’t know, I would have stopped him if I did.”
That makes me pause. “What?” I ask confused.
She slumps against the stairs and holds her head in her hands. Quiet sobs wrack out of her as she tries to catch her breath, “he isn’t all bad you know. I don’t know what got into him.”
She’s just drunk, I remind myself.
I pick her back up and drag her into my room, hoping that if she gets some sleep she’ll settle down and be normal by the morning.
“You don’t remember me, none of you do… but I really, really want you to know-“
“Please stop talking” I snap. I don’t mean to, but this is the last thing I need tonight.
She looks up at me with pleading eyes, I can tell she wants to keep apologizing but she doesn’t. Instead, she crawls under my covers and falls asleep.
I feel kind of creepy just watching her right now, but I can’t get her words out of my head.
You don’t remember me, none of you do.
She looks eerily familiar, something about her short black hair and body covered in tattoos makes my skin crawl, but I can’t figure out why.
When I walk back downstairs, Lucas is waiting for me on the couch. He looks extremely annoyed right now, I don’t think he cares too much for random girls getting blackout drunk and crashing in his girlfriends bed.
We spent like twenty minutes running around trying to find her friends so they could take her home, but no one here seemed to know who she was. I’m pretty sure she came here alone, or her shitty friends ditched her.
“Cheer up” I say, sitting on his lap. “This means we get to crash in your room tonight.”
He doesn’t even attempt to smile.
I have the grumpiest boyfriend in this entire world sometimes, I swear to god.
“Would you smile if I told you I’m like super horny right now and want you to take me upstairs?”
He instantly perks up at that, “but wait. I thought you said you needed time?”
That’s true, I did need time, but not as much as I thought. Lucas makes me feel safe, and even though I still think of the way Nathan’s hands felt on me, I know he would never do the same.
Rolling my eyes I stand up from the couch, “either you’re with me or not… either way I’m going to have an orgasm tonight.” I try my best to stop the laugh from bubbling up, but when Lucas aggressively throws himself off of the couch and almost barrels down party-goers, I can’t help it.
“Night boys!” He yells over his shoulder.
I scream as he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, slapping my ass while he carries me up the stairs.
LUCAS
I drop her to the ground and shut my bedroom door. My heart pounds while I look at her, I haven’t been able to touch her the way I desperately want to.
Her hands push lightly against my chest, sending me to the bed before she climbs on top of me and grabs the base of my neck. Her fingers tangle in my hair and she looks into my eyes, her breathing is heavy, like she’s waiting for the other shoe to drop or for something bad to happen.
