WHY ME!?

CHAPTER ONE: BLUE EYED BEAUTY

"WHOOOOOOOOO DRINKS ON ME BEYOTCHES!!!! DRINK ALL YOU WANT. BECAUSE TOMMO---WHOOPS" I closed my eyes tight and then I felt my head hit something soft. What was happening? 

"SHE'S KIDDING GUYS! SHE'S NOT PAYING FOR ANYONE'S DRINKS. SHE CAN'T YET PAY FOR HER OWN YET. SORRY FOR THE FALSE ALARM. HAVE A GOOD EVENING. HAHAHHAHA. Lizzie, for god' sake, stop drinking already. You will be the first employee to ever get fired on their first day. Also, stop promising random strangers in a bar that drinks are on you. Do you even know how fucking expensive alcohol is? This is three days of my salary Liz. OMG, DON'T YOU DARE PUKE ON MY FAKE ZARA DRESS. THIS IS THE ONLY LEGIT PARTY WEAR I HAVE. GET YOUR HEAD OFF AND SIT STRAIGHT" I could faintly make out a few words Alyssa was mouthing. I was feeling dizzy, like a lot. Everything was blurry, but I was enjoying it. My blinking had slowed down, every time I wanted to open my eyes it felt like there were weights on my lids and I had to really work hard to see. I couldn't feel most of my body and felt I was floating. And deep down I knew I was going to regret this tomorrow.

"GURL, YOU BETTER SIT STRAIGHT BEFORE I WHOOP YOUR ASS"

I guess Alyssa was still yelling. I couldn't hear much but I could make out her eyebrow crease and the frown lines on her forehead that she was pissed. I felt my entire body was like Harry's hand, after that Quidditch match in the chamber of secrets when the spell went wrong. I could feel Alyssa pulling me to help sit erect. But my neck had a way of its own. It just wouldn't stay in position.

"Hmmmmhehe. You and me. You are my baasstt frrrrien. Thank you soooooooo much for getting me this job, my love. Hehe. No, no, you are my soul sistaa. We'll be now working in the same office and hate the same people and eat lunch together and thenasfaddjkjhl..." my eyes, legs and every other body part gave up and everything around me faded.

"This woman, I regret ever suggesting to celebrate her new job. It's not like she's been announced the CEO of some company. She's just gonna be a receptionist. Ugh. She didn't have to drink a whole bottle of super expensive Chardonnay and drool all over my poor Zara dress. LIZZIE?? HONEY?? CAN YOU HEAR ME?"

"hmm..bast frien"

"Gosh, LIZ, I'M GOING TO BE GONE FOR EXACTLY A MINUTE TO CALL A CAB OKAY? JUST STAY HERE. DON'T MOVE A MUSCLE. DON'T TALK TO ANYONE. JUST- what am I doing? Advising a passed out 24-year-old. I'll just make the call. She'll be okay. 60 seconds"

My head felt heavy. My breathing became hard. I was going to be a receptionist at V-TECH from tomorrow. I'm no longer going to be a job virgin. Tomorrow is going to be the start for the rest of my life. Yes. I can do this. I have Alyssa. Nothing can go wrong. I'm going to make the best of everything. Finally, my life is getting back on track. Don't have to lie to mom and dad anymore.

I slowly tried to open my eyes. I saw a pair of blurry blue eyes staring down at me. I had a tad too much to drink so my reflexes weren't as fast. I could feel a hand slowly caress my head. I had a hard time focusing on whoever was in front. But I was sure that it was a really hot guy. How did I know that? I didn't. I just assumed. I'm a sucker for mills and boons romances. As far as my imagination went, this guy was the CEO of some huge company or some rich heir who had the perfect jawline and never had a bad hair day in his life. He has blue eyes and six-pack abs who works out in his private gym shirtless. He must definitely be an arrogant cocky dude with like a dragon or some uninterpretable tattoo on his chest. I wish he would take me in his arms and we spend the night together and then fall in love. Ahhhhh. I smiled at the amazing love story my alcohol filled brain made up. Isn't this how all great love stories start? In a bar one drunken night.... oooooooooo. I squealed out of excitement. I'm sure his name must be badass but sexy like Brad or Chad or something super seductive in Greek or French...can my life get any better!

Suddenly I felt my body jolt when sexy-badass-guy-with-blue eyes lifted me. I wanted to look at him but all I could make out was his light stubble on his perfectly shaped jawline. Wow. I must be really desperate for a guy if I'm letting a random but hot stranger pick me up. When was the last time I even had sex? I don't know. I don't want to know. All I know is

I want this guy to be all over me. Shit. Was this really me? When did little introvert Lizzie get all sexual? When she didn't date for almost two years now I reminded myself. It felt great having a guy carry me like this. I felt important and wanted. Who cares. I'm an adult with a job and I can do whatever the hell I want. With the little amount of sense I had left I managed to sputter out " You, blue eyes, listen. Tonight, I'm yours. I'm sure you're an adult. So am I. CARL TELL ALYSSA I LEFT WITH MY TO BE BLUE EYED BOYFRIEND AND HAD A SUPER EROTIC AND SEXUAL NIGHT AND THAT SHE SHOULDN'T WORRY ABOUT ME" and then I blacked out in my self-proclaimed boyfriend's arms.