A Little Variety

Saturday (Late-ish).

I turn around and walk over to Matt. He's trying to get her to remove her hands, but it's too late and he knows that.

The music is loud, so none of us can actually have a conversation. I grab Matt's collar, and drag him to the area by the bar.

"Matt! What the hell?"
"I don't know."
"You don't know what? Why is she here? Did you invite her? What is going on?"

I know I am rambling on, but I cannot believe what is currently happening.

Pete walks over to us, the girl following closely behind. She looks a little scared, but she approaches Matt.

"Matt?" she asks in a tiny voice.
"Um, hey, Kira. This is, uh...," he stutters.
I finish the sentence for him, "I'm his girlfriend. Who the hell are you?"

She looks aghast.
"What? Matt? What is she talking about?" Kira says.
"I said I was his girlfriend," I repeat angrily.
She looks at Matt again.
"Stop looking at him. Matt! What the hell?" I am yelling, but luckily the music is louder.

"Babe," he grabs my arm, trying to calm me down.
I rip my arm from his grip.
"Don't touch me. Tell me what the hell is going on," I snap.

Kira butts in, less scared, and becomes cross with me, "I'm Matt's girlfriend."

I do a double take, "Excuse me? Matt what is going on?"
He seems like he's at a loss for words, "I, um...," he stammers.

I realize I am tired of all this. And I am done.

"Forget it. Matt, we're done."
He tries to grab my hand again, but I dodge out of the way.
I look at Kira, "Enjoy being Matt's one and only. Matt, leave me the hell alone. I never want to see you again."

Pete is standing to the side, somewhat listening to the band and trying to figure out what to do.

Since I am not really upset at him at all, I just let it go. But I want Matt to leave.

"Just go!" I practically scream at Matt.
Kira rushes to his side, and ushers him to the door.

The both of them leave together. I am standing there fuming. If smoke could come out of someone's ears, it definitely would be shooting out of mine.

Pete looks over at my sympathetically, but just continues bobbing his head to the music, and soundlessly mouthing the words to the songs.

Once the band is finished, he steps over to me.
"Hey, are you okay?" Then, he immediately backpedals. "I mean I know you're not okay. Just...look I'm sorry," he says with a frown.

I look at him confused, "What? Why are you sorry?"
"I texted her and invited her," he confesses.
I feel my blood boiling, but it's really not him I am mad at.

I try to calm myself down, "Why? Why would you do that?"
He looks sad, "I don't know. Because you seem cool. And I thought you should know I guess."

This is a shock to me. And not the answer I was expecting.
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"Just, the past few times we've all hung out. You've just seemed like a pretty cool person. And Matt paints you all wrong. He says you are annoying and controlling and all this stuff. So, like I never cared when he'd bring Kira around and stuff. But now that I got to know you a bit, I think what he's doing is pretty crappy. And you don't deserve that."

I feel like I have been hit by a train.
"How long has Matt been with Kira?" I ask.
"Over a year," Pete says quietly.
It takes everything in me not to burst into tears. I feel them coming, but I don't want to cry in front of Pete or here in public.

He rubs my arm, "Look, I'm sorry. I really am. I just felt you should know. I um...,"
"It's okay, you can go," I say, understanding how uncomfortable he must feel right now. Plus, I don't really know if I want him to be here. I don't even know if I want to be here.

He looks at me again, "Okay. Well thank you, for this, you know? And again...I'm sorry," he says.

I nod, and he walks towards the door as I stand there unsure of what to do.