Which One: Catherine x Male Reader

Which One: Catherine x Male Reader Part 1

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Day 1 [11: 47 PM]

Damn man, I'm having a hard time believing that.

I looked up the source of the voice of disbelief, Orlando, an old friend of mine took a sip of his beer as he looked back at my pitiable state. "This is Katherine we're talking about right?" He asked.

"Let's not prod too harshly." A gruff voice sounded off. At my side was Jonathan Ariga, or Johnny as we affectionately called him, who made himself known. "Why don't you tell us what happened from the top, you're barely coherent."

"Chief's right, you've drank so much booze you can barely keep a conversation going with us." I managed a chuckle, as I slung mine around the young Toby. The blonde was a mechanic who worked for Johnny. "You think this is a lot?" I joked. "You're younger than I thought Tob."

"(Y/n)" my attention was called to Vincent, one of my closest friends through college and high school. Alongside Orlando and Johnny, we grew up together and faced the world together. The five of us were inseparable--Five, I sighed remembering why I was drowning myself in alcohol during a weeknight.

My arm lifelessly fell off Toby's shoulder as I leaned back in my seat. "Now look what you did Vince, he looks worse than before." Orlando chastised, and raised his hand. "Hey Erica, my boy (Y/n) needs a drink."

Moments later Erica came by the table, placing a bottle of beer before me. She leaned down, taking a concerned look at my face. She must've noticed that I was awfully quiet. "You okay (Y/n)?" She asked.

"Oh..." I began. "You want some new gossip, Erica?" The looks I got from the table were ones of worry and pity, I was just trying to lighten the mood. I shook my head, trying to get myself to focus. "Sure what's it about?" Erica chirped, obviously not understanding that this "rumor" was why I was in this sorry state.

"So today...when I went to visit Katherine at home." I took a breath. "Guess who found her sleeping with another guy?" I smiled, feeling the stinging of my tears as they ran down my cheeks. "Isn't that just weird?" I chuckled, trying to keep my mood up.

Wiping away the tears I reached for my bottle and took a mouthful. The taste wasn't something I enjoyed, but if it helped numb whatever I was feeling I'd cram as much as I could down my throat. The table was silent, as I sniffled. "C'mon guys why the long faces?" I asked in the middle of choking back a sob.

"Dude, you don't gotta hold it in." Toby began. "I mean, we understand you feel like shit." The blonde groaned not long after saying that, his hand rubbing the side opposite me. Erica probably elbowed him in the ribs.

"Guys, I'll be fine." I tried to reason out. "I just need some time to think."

Looks of concern once again circulated the table, I saw Orlando shrug from my peripheral as I continued to drink. "Don't worry guys, I'll cut him off if things get out of hand." Erica beamed, her cheerful exterior shining through despite seeing my sorry state.

That seemed to be enough for the others Johnny, Orlando, and Toby got up from their places and hovered before the booth for a moment. Sharing goodbyes, and even telling me to call if anything was wrong.

I took another sip of my beer. "Aren't you going home yet?" I asked Vincent who remained seated in his spot.

"Not just yet," Vincent replied, not that I could do anything about it. The guy was as stubborn as an ox when it came to people he cared about, Vincent offered me a sympathetic look. "(Y/n), it's okay if you're not okay...you know?"