WHY THEY LEFT (#Wattys2015)

5. I Need You More

Rosalie
Glycerine by Bush

My eyes slowly opened, voices filling my ears. I sat up up, running a hand through my tangled hair. When my vision was filling clear, fully waking up, I saw Danny, looking slightly troubled, and an angry, slutty girl, tapping her foot impatiently. Danny looked pale and troubled, no doubt the pale part caused by his alcohol consumption.

"What's going on?" I said sleepily. The girl by the door shot me an infuriated, agitated scowl, staring me down. I looked from Danny back to her and the pieces came together. Fuck, that's his girlfriend, I thought, mentally slapping myself. She continued giving me a menacing glare that honestly scared a little bit. "This isn't what it looks like," I attested, nervously looking back at the girl. She was dressed slightly like an eight dollar hooker one would stumble across in a Walmart parking lot in Las Vegas.

She sighed, shifting and placing her hand on her other hip. "What the fuck is going on, Danny? You act all shady on the phone and now you're locked in a room with some slut! What the hell!" She was obviously pissed off, probably more than she was even letting on. Danny just seemed frustrated, not wanting to deal with the situation. He ran a hand through his messy hair.

Danny looked to me, anger in his eyes, an aggravated expression on his face, then looked back to the girl. "Ashley," he paused. That's her name, I thought, the girl he was on the phone with was Ashley. She sighed heavily; she seemed to me like a very dramatic person. "Just calm down." He said roughly. His voice was low and crackly, laced with that tone of voice you have when you wake up in the morning. His eyes had dark circles under them but his brown eyes still had a shine to them.

"I'm sorry to interrupt this lovely conversation, but the girl you're calling the 'slut' didn't choose to be in this room with him. I would've rather been any where else in this world. So, no need to freak out and come in here pointing fingers and calling names." I was fed up with this girl. Sure, the situation looked bad but she didn't know the whole story. Danny buried his hands in his face, then looked to me with a look of 'what have you done'. My stomach dropped. I started to feel that telling her to calm down wasn't going to help. Ashley's face changed; she was angrier than before, something I didn't think was honestly possible.

"Danny! Why..." Her voice trailed off as she let her eyes wander from Danny's eyes, down his bear chest, to the a pile of my clothes on the floor, then up me, starting from my feet and ending at my chest where she saw Danny's shirt on me. "Is she fucking wearing your shirt!" She screamed. "Why the hell are you wearing his shirt! You little slut!"

She was taking very small steps toward me. I wasn't fazed as much as I was trying not to laugh. I was honestly going to make so many jokes in this situation but my humor was probably not going to help the situation in any way. Danny took two strides over to her and grabbed her wrist. He looked tired and like he was going to be sick but his expression has hard, like the first time I ever met him. No emotion was in his face. "I gave her my shirt to her because some idiot spilled a drink on her. It's not like that." His gaze was on the ground but his voice was more firm than ever.

He was lying for me now. It was apparent that he wasn't in the mood to have to explain anything to Ashley. Her face still kept up the same expression of anger. She yanked her wrist from Danny's grip. "Why the hell should I believe you?" She spat at him. I saw him roll his eyes ever so slightly. I was just trying to contain my laughter. She was taking the situation to an extreme that seemed almost unreal. "And you," she said walking a little bit closer to me," why were you in here with him in the first place!"

I rolled my eyes so hard I swear I saw my brain. "I got locked in here with him by some teenagers who take party games way to seriously. I didn't even want to be in here." I looked over to Danny who was leaned against the wall, staring at me blankly. "Seriously, I am not even remotely interested in him. He's an ass and he's rude. I wouldn't ever be interested in guys like him." I emphasized the last word, giving a rude glare to Ashley. I was hoping my statement would calm her down or shut her up. She didn't seem very convinced, though. She sighed again, looking to Danny, who was leaning leaning on the wall still.