Unstable

Chapter 3

Morning,

I really have no idea how I ended up here last night but thank you for looking after me. Let me take you out for lunch or something so I can make it up to you. Floor 16 room 168.

-Mikey :)

Ps. I left my jacket on the table for a reason.

I stood in front of the mirror as I put my makeup on with a huge dorky smile across my face. It was just lunch but this was going to be the first time I was actually going to be able to talk to him properly. Not as some stranger in my room or as some drunken boy who had just fallen into a fountain. I had my hair in a high messy plait with simple makeup. I pulled on a pair of black high wasted skinny jeans, with a Guns and Roses singlet, Michael’s jacket and a pair of black Vans.

Butterflies were swimming around my stomach as I stood in front of his door. I started to second guess everything. What if he only left me that note to be nice, but why would he have left his jacket? He said he left it there for a reason, what if it wasn’t so I could wear it? My palms began to sweat and my throat started to get tight. Before I could turn away, his door swung open.

“Shit. Vanessa. What are you doing just standing outside my door?” He questioned. He stood in the middle of the door frame in a pair of black skinny jeans, a black Misfits jumper and a pair of black converse. His face looked drained from the night before, his eyes heavy and still slightly red, and his hair only brushed with his fingers.

“I was about to knock.” I lied. “I got your note. I just thought I would take you up on that lunch or something offer.” I looked up at him shyly. His eyes darted from his phone to my face then to the elevator door and back again.

“And I would love to fulfil that offer, but right now I have to go meet my girlfriend.” He said as he shut the door to his room. My heart fell to my toes. A girlfriend? How could I have not realised, he was too nice and too good looking to be single. I blinked the tears that were forming in my eyes away and tried to hide the fact that I was hurt.

“Oh. Okay.” My voice was tight. “Well you know what room I’m in.” I put on a fake smile and stepped out of his way.

“Thanks Vanessa.” He smiled as he lent down and kissed me on the cheek. “I knew that jacket would look great on you.” He smiled as he disappeared into the elevator. I slid down the front of his door and curled my knees up to my chest. I don’t know why I felt so upset about Michael having a girlfriend. We hardly knew each other, actually the only thing we really knew about each other were our names.   

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“Jessica please, I know you’re mad but please don’t do this.” Michael pleaded to his girlfriend.

“I just don’t see us as a couple anymore Michael. I’m not as happy as I use to be. It’s over Mikey, I’m sorry.” Jessica replied with tears running down her checks putting streaks in her makeup.

As much as Michael tried to turn things around, his relationship was over. As he slowly made his way back to the hotel he couldn’t stop thinking about how he let Vanessa down. He promised to make up for having her look after him but yet he just left her standing outside his room, alone. He called into the liquor store that was just around the corner from the hotel and grabbed a bottle of whiskey and a couple of bottles of mixer. Michael was never good at dealing with his feelings, and he never had anyone around to help him sort through them, so alcohol was his coping mechanism. He rounded the corner when he saw Vanessa walking his way. She was nothing he had ever come across before. Her head was down, ear phones in her ears, her shoulders dropped, her steps were small and slow. He could see that she was upset but he couldn’t help but smile when he noticed her hands wrapped inside his jacket.