I was a mess of anxiety all last night and was disappointed to wake up after a few hours of sleep, still a wreck. I tried to distract myself with school, but that was a bust (and not the good kind either). I tried dancing to Tay-Tay, making my favorite oats, and petting Ivy, but nothing. Still a pit of my stomach, a mix of rage, exhaustion but most of all, regret. The fight with Trevor was stupid, but he was so angry and did not react well at all. Maybe I was out of line, but he was too and he needed to apologize.
Before I knew it, the day was wasted with these ever-confusing thoughts and concerns, and it was already 8 pm. Well, too late to do any school work now. Do you think my prof would accept "emotional turmoil" as a reason for a late assignment?
I couldn't lay in bed pitying myself for one more second. I mustered up all the bravery and strength of every sexy main character girl in a rom-com and started to do my makeup. Bold eyeliner, soft pink lips, and glittery eyeshadow. I slipped on some scandalous lingerie and an emerald green low-cut dress then began to research the hottest nightclubs in town. It was a Saturday night, no matter where I went it had to be packed with a bunch of sweaty bodies having loud conversations, enough to hopefully down out my thoughts. Very healthy behaviour of me, I know. I finally decided on a place called Everleigh, mainly due to the fact that they had karaoke, and that would be fun for me to laugh at others try to sing, or maybe even try myself if I got drunk enough, who's to say.
I took an Uber because taking the bus at the time of night was super sketchy, and it felt more main character to take this form of transit. I arrived at the club, probably looking more confident than I felt considering the fact that I was alone, and marched in.
Almost right away the stench of tequila and cigar smoke hit me. It was almost enough to turn me around, but I pushed through. Anything was better than the lonely dread that I felt in my apartment. I walked past a bunch of freshman university students learning what a keg was the first time, and some rich men in their 30's sitting on the leather couches, eavesdropping from the sidelines. Gross. I found an empty seat at the bar and planted myself in it, waving to the bartender. That is what you are supposed to do, right?
A lanky man with a strangely distracting goatee and a towel draped across his shoulder walked over. "What'll it be, miss?"
I hadn't even thought that far ahead, oops. I was surprised I found my way to the bar, let alone figured out how to gain the attention of the bartender. I didn't think I'd make it this far. So in classic Amanda fashion, I said the first thing that popped into my head "Uh rum and coke please."
The bartender looked a little confused at my request, probably expecting me to order a fruity drink cause I can't shoot whisky. And the sad thing is, he was right. I don't even like rum and coke's that much, but it was the first thing that popped into my head because it was Trevor's favorite drink. No! I came to the club to avoid thinking about Trevor. This wasn't helping.
When the bartender slid the drink in front of me, I chugged in about 10 seconds then called over the blasting music "I'll have a cosmo next please."
"Put it on my tab." an unexpected voice piped in from the left of me. I turned around to see a guy around my age with brown curly hair and striking blue eyes leaning against the bar, smiling at me. He looked like a cross between Shawn Mendes and young Johnny Depp.
"Thanks, but you don't have to do that." I insisted to this new, albeit very attractive stranger who approached me. Wow, his cologne smelled really good.
"No, please, I want to. Really." he smiled again, and I felt butterflies in my stomach. He had a British accent, I didn't think he could get more attractive, but he just did.
"I'm Sam." he introduced, reaching his hand out for me to shake.
I reached out my hand but froze. I couldn't do this. I loved Trevor. Not that I would ever in a million years cheat on him, but whatever this weird nightclub flirting situation was about to feel just as bad.
"I'm sorry." I blurted to Sam as I lazily threw a 20 dollar bill on the counter for my drinks before hastily snatching my person and running away from the bar and out of the club. The cold night air felt good on my skin and my lungs as I caught my breath from my sprint on the sidewalk. I had to force myself to not cry as an overwhelming feeling of longing for Trevor hit me like a tonne of bricks. It had only been a day since I last saw him, and already my heart ached for him. I missed his hugs, the way he would ruffle my hair after I finished brushing it to tease me, and singing with him in the living room. I needed to apologize to him, the fight was all my fault and I didn't want to end our relationship on such a bad note. I just hoped he would forgive me and take me back.
TREVOR'S POV
God, I wanted Amanda to take me back. The instant I left her place last night, I knew I made a big mistake. I lashed out at her having very real feelings of jealousy and probably made her feel horrible. She didn't deserve that. I felt like the worst boyfriend in the world.
But at the same time, she kind of overreacted too, right? It wasn't all my fault, and she was the one who asked for alone time initially, so I had to respect her wishes. I couldn't force her to talk to me.
Naturally, my first instinct when going through rough girl troubles was to call up my boy Isaac, who plays Eldon in the show, and ask him for advice.
It was mid-evening and we decided to walk the pier, as Isaac claimed that the ocean helped him focus his "Wingman" energy or something dumb like that. I had just finished explaining the fight to him, letting out all my frustration at Amanda for being unempathetic and also at myself for screwing up and walking out too soon.
"So?" I prodded after finishing my long-winded story, praying he would have a magical answer to fix my relationship.
Isaac was currently giving, or at least trying to give off a mysterious look out into the ocean like he was in a dramatic war movie. I loved the guy, but sometimes he needed to work on leaving the acting for TV and out of his real-life reactions. "I am going to give you some hard advice right now Trevor, bro to bro," he whispered the last part as if it were a secret.
"Lay it on me." I sighed, knowing I would probably regret asking him for help.
"You really love her?" he inquired.
"Yes," I replied, with no hesitation. She was my everything. Waking up beside her in the mornings was a feeling of bliss like no other. The way she bakes me cookies for breakfast and packs them in a little lunch box if I was going to set. How when we're in public she loudly exclaims at every bird she sees fly by, not caring who hears her. When she-
Isaac interrupted my daydreaming. "Apologize. This fight isn't worth distancing yourself from her when she makes you so happy." Isaac said.
"What if she still doesn't take me back? What if she still isn't okay with me and Britney on the show?"
Isaac considered this for a moment, and then slowly a mischievous grin appeared on his face. He patted my back supportively and started to drag me towards the shore. "I have an idea."
Oh boy.
