Remember Me…Your Girlfriend?
I stop laughing and frown in confusion. Wait, why was I laughing again?
Right, I just saw one of the guys fall from a tree and land on his face because of a bet he lost. He’s okay though...I think. The worst that could have happened was him breaking his nose. I’m a little bit wasted so I can’t tell.
“What about the tall brunette over there, the one with the black lacy dress?” Drake, one of my senior friends asks, pointing at a group of girls, but specifically at a girl in particular. “She keeps on throwing glances this way.”
I take a swig from my beer bottle and consider her for a while. Sure enough a second later, she slightly turned her head and looked this way, a slight grin on her lips when she saw us looking.
I break eye contact, “Go for it.” I say, gulping down the last bit before placing the empty bottle on the floor and leaned back against the couch we were sitting on.
“Why haven’t you concentrated on one single girl yet? You don’t even seem the least bit interested in her. Are you sick?” he asks me with a mocking grin that looks a little bit sloppy since he’s way more wasted than I am.
I don’t think I’ve ever been completely wasted for a long period of time because mostly when I drink a lot, I slip into a drunken state and then a sober state. It’s like a switch that keeps on going on and off.
I abandon that thought and turn to answer Drake until Max, who had joined us after we went back inside, beat me to it, “He can’t because he has his eyes set on one girl in particular.” She answers in a flat tone.
Drake’s eyes go wide, “No way! You’re screwing with me, right?”
That made me a little pissed since Max had no idea what she was talking about, “That’s complete bullshit. Where did you hear that?”
“So you’re telling me that the only reason you’ve been with Vanessa so many times is because you’ve suddenly decided to become the nice guy?” Max teases with a kind of grin she knew would annoy me.
I haven’t even thought about Vanessa until Max mentioned her name. Even though it came out as a tease, I knew she was scolding me because every time I’m with Vanessa I’m not being myself. Where is she anyway?
“Who’s Vanessa?” Drake asks, scrunching his eyebrows together in confusion.
I hardly pay attention to him anymore and just breezily say, “You don’t know her.” before looking back at Max. I really wanted to know where she was going with this. “I’m not into Vanessa if that’s what you’re suggesting.”
Max rolls her eyes, “God, you’re in self-denial. That’s what you keep telling everyone and even yourself but it’s obvious that there is something going on or why else would you give her your time of day? Either that or you want something from her in return.”
Drake seems bored by the topic; he stood up, says a brief “I’m going for that brunette.” and left, thankfully leaving Max and me alone to speak. This conversation was turning into an uncomfortable direction and I really don’t want any of the guys to overhear this.
But it kind of affected me knowing that Max thought of me like that. Do all chicks think that the only reason I pay attention to them is because I want something in return?
“You had a little too much to drink. Vanessa and I were partners for an English presentation.” I really hope she doesn’t know about me kissing Vanessa because that wasn’t planned. It was a reflex. I’m a guy, I have hormones and the tension that she had let out that day turned me on.
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