But I Love You...

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Ever since the New Year's Eve party a week ago Jeremiah was back to blowing up my phone. Maybe I should have blocked his number, but I just couldn't bring myself to. Apparently August had ratted me out to Jeremiah, so I was over the hype of meeting August. I could barely remember it anyway. I mean Jeremiah was in the playoffs for god sake why was he focused on me.

From Jeremiah: People keep telling me you're fucked up, please talk to me I don't want you acting like this everyone is worried

Did he feel guilty much? My favorite text was from August trying to give me advice. Who knows how he got my number. But it didn't matter because I was fine. Drugs didn't control me and to prove it I was almost 24 hours sober.

"You're really going inside this club sober tonight?" Mandy asked me.

"Yes, didn't you tell me to stop getting fucked up before we went out." I answered.

"Only so we don't get kicked out." She replied. "I didn't mean you had to be sober."

"Everyone is apparently worried about me so I'll go out tonight and make a classy headline." I said.

"Yea ok." She replied. "Are you ready to go in?"

"Yes."

"Then why are we still sitting here?" She asked me. Tonight I had driven my car since I was going to be sober, so basically I was the designated driver. I wasn't going to admit it to Mandy, but being sober was driving me insane. I felt on edge, I kept sweating and I was just so anxious.

"Shut up." I said before opening my door and getting out. Mandy did the same and I locked the door behind me.

"We look hot." Mandy told me.

"We really do." I replied as we showed the bouncer our IDs. He immediately let us in and we made our way to VIP. We sat on the couches and I watched Mandy sneakily do a line of coke. I felt my body craving it, but fought the urge.

"You know." Mandy said when she was done. "You should hook up tonight."

"Like a one night stand?" I asked her. "No way."

"Oh come on, you need to forget Jeremiah." She told me. "There's other dick"

"Mandy!"

"Wanna get over? Get under." She said before pouring a glass of champagne.

Maybe she was right. I didn't want to add bodies, but let's face it Jeremiah was gone. And did I really think he wasn't sleeping with other girls now? He could be banging Kia. The thought of him sleeping with other people enraged me. If he could do it so could I.

"Maybe you're right." I finally said.

"I'm always right." She replied, smirking at me.

"Don't push it."

"And you're sober so you can consent, this is perfect." She told me. "Come on let's dance."

She grabbed my hand and led me to the dance floor. We started dancing together, but Mandy was way more energetic than me. I was trying to enjoy myself, but I couldn't and none of the guys appealed to me. Finally I grabbed her arm and pulled her back to our section.

"I can't do this, they're all scums." I told her.

"That's because you're used to rich or famous guys." She replied. "You're too picky."

"I am not!" I said, but then I saw her start laughing so I did too.

"Are you Vanessa?" One of the clubs bottle girls came to ask me.