Honey Whiskey

James

I make it downstairs and turn the corner, only to run straight into a couple making out. It takes me a second to realize that it isn't a random couple, but it's Ryan and Christina. I don't have time for this shit so I keep on walking like I didn't see a thing. I can hear Christina gasp and I know that means she is going to come to beg me for forgiveness. Little does she know that I couldn't care less. I hope she moves on. Maybe Ryan will be her next victim, that sorry son of a bitch. I scan the kitchen for Nate and see that he's heading outside to the firepit. I make my way through the crowd and begin to open the sliding glass door, only to feel a small pair of hands wrap around my arm and try to turn me around. I don't even have to look to know it's Christina.

 I shake her off and continue to walk to Nate. "James, please wait! It wasn't what it looked like!" Christina pleas while trying to keep up with my steps. I don't even bother responding to her, because like I said, I don't have time for this shit. I need to talk to Nate, make sure those bitches are gone, and hurry back upstairs to Whiskey to make sure she's okay. I can still hear Christina going on about how Ryan doesn't mean anything to her and she only decided to kiss him because I broke her heart earlier. "I was trying to get a rise out of you! I want to see that you care about me!" She says as she runs into my back. I stopped short next to Nate and continue to ignore the constant annoyance this girl brings with her anytime she's around me. "We good, man?" I ask him. Nate and I are always on the same wavelength, even without saying much, we always know what the other is saying. "Yeah, man." He says while looking between me and Christina, with a look of humor on his face before continuing. "I told them to leave and not to bother coming back. I don't think we'll be seeing them here for a while, but, shit, you know Jess is going to come back sooner or later. She's wanted your dick since freshman year." 

I hear Christina scoff and can see her fold her arms over her chest while she says, "Oh yeah? Well, that bitch can eat shit. Nobody is touching my man." My laugh is loud, and I make it dramatic by leaning my head back and putting my hand on my stomach. I look her dead in the eye and say, "Darlin' I'm not your man. I never was your man and I never will be your man." Before she has time to respond, I pat Nate on the back in a way that says thank you and I turn around to head back to my room. The party is still going strong since it's only midnight, but it should be dying out in a couple of hours. I guess Whiskey was right, partying on a Tuesday isn't the brightest idea. I'm tired as shit and I want these people to leave. I look over my shoulder when I reach the top of the stairs to make sure the nagging girl didn't follow me up here. I let out the breath I was apparently holding when I see the coast is clear and walk toward my bedroom. 

I open the door slowly so I don't spook Whiskey and close it just as slow. My curtains are the blackout type and they're always closed, it would be pitch black in here if it wasn't for my desk lamp being on. The lamp is small, so the light doesn't do much to help my vision adjust. I can see that Whiskey is laying down on my bed, so I make my way over to her. I sit on the edge and notice that her eyes are closed and her breathing is slow and steady. She must have been exhausted by today's shitty events for her to fall asleep so quick, but I don't mind. I reach over and gently push a strand of hair behind her ear, to get it out of her face. God, she is beautiful. I stand and walk over to my desk and grab the blanket that is folded on the back of the chair. I gently drape the blanket over Whiskey and head to the other side of my bed. I don't want her to wake up and think I'm a creep for sleeping in the same bed as her on the first day we met, but I'm too tired and I can't be sore from sleeping on the floor for practice tomorrow. I'm still shirtless since she's wearing my shirt, but I keep my jeans on, hoping that will make me seem less like a creep. I look over at Whiskey again and take a mental picture of her, she looks so small in my shirt and I can't help but smile. Finally, I close my eyes and let sleep take over.