That Girl | David Dobrik

𝒟𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐼𝓃 | 𝒟𝒶𝓋𝒾𝒹'𝓈 𝒫𝒪𝒱

It was like everything was going in slow motion, and yet it only took an instance for me to realize that I'd fucked up.

"What the fuck!"

I let the champagne bottle drop to the ground and jumped to my feet, almost reaching out to grab the girl I'd just assaulted with alcohol accidentally. "Oh my god, I am so fucking sorry, oh my god..."

She stood there, frozen, champagne dripping down her legs... then, I saw Natalie walk down the hallway behind her.

"David, what the fuck..." She asked, rolling her eyes and stifling a laugh.

"That-that wasnt meant for you... I was ... I was trying to get Natalie, oh my god, I'm so sorry." I could feel every eye in the room on us. It was eerily quiet. "Marley, right? I'm such an asshole, please forgive me."

She brought her hands to her torso, and then her now-damp hair. "You are an asshole, you're right. Why would you do that to anyone?"

"Well... uh... I mean, I usually just try to scare Natalie... I saw the champagne in the fridge and I thought it would be...funny..." I then realized I was still recording, and turned off the camera. "I know, it doesn't sound funny... Um... Have you ever seen any of my videos?"

She crossed her arms over her chest, slightly shaking her head. It was probably a weird time to acknowledge how pretty she was, her dark hair soaking wet and sticking to her chest, and her green eyes flaring with anger. "No, hot shot, I haven't seen any of your videos. Shocking right?"

"I didn't mean that... Look, I'm seriously super sorry. Is there anything I can do?" I glance over at the group, and everyone is watching us hesitantly. Natalie sneaks past the two of us, escaping the tension.

Marley chews at the inside of her cheek, seemingly weighing her options. "I'll take another drink."

"A drink! I can do that." I grab her hand, leading her over to the kitchen. She hesitates for a second, then wraps her hand around mine and follows me. I don't know if it was the pure adrenaline of the situation that made me grab her hand, but I was okay with it. Once we're mostly out of sight, the chatter in the other room starts back up. I open the fridge, placing my camera on the counter and gesture for her to look in, with zero regard of what alcohol belonged to who. "I can buy you a new dress if that one is ruined... It looks like a nice dress."

She smiles wryly, grabbing a Corona. "It was seventeen dollars, but thank you." She opens the bottle, and stares at it for a second. "Are there any limes?"

"Limes? I'll check..." My breathing had started to level out, and I was hoping my nervous rambling would start to taper off soon as well. I grabbed a bag of limes out of the fridge, and fumbled through the cutlery drawer to find a knife. I cut her a slice and handed it to her, watching her promptly shove it into the opening of the bottle and take a long swig. "Do you forgive me yet?"

She half smiles, leaning against the counter top. "I dunno... I don't trust anyone that would blast their assistant and friend with champagne. But I do appreciate the stolen beer." She winks, tipping the bottle back once again.

"Hey, I'll buy who ever it belongs to more, I'm not a total asshole." I laugh, tilting my head and subtly (I hope) looking her up and down. "Natalie has been my best friend for forever, it was just a joke. A bad joke... but a joke."

"Sure, if you say so... Now that the shock has worn off, I guess it could have been funny. You know, if it wasn't me."

In one more sip, she finishes off the bottle of beer. I don't hesitate to grab her another one, this time with the accompanying slice of lime. "I'm still really sorry you got caught in the crossfire," I laugh, "I hope other than that you enjoyed the party at least."