Geeky Turn On!

That wasn't cash money of him

 Sam drove us to the apartment building where she and Paige live. It was a thirty minute drive from the bar to her place; not too far. It's a simple, three story place with plenty of parking up front. Sam carried Paige up to the apartment, and I offered to accompany her just in case. During the whole trip, Paige just wobbled in and out of consciousness. I was thankful she was still alive.

"I doubt it's alcohol poisoning," said Sam. "Paige is a lightweight with her alcohol; I'm betting she's had four beers, tops."

"When she came in, I noticed she seemed upset," I said as Sam opened the door to her apartment; I held onto Paige for her. "Paige, honey? You OK?"

That's when she puked on my shirt. I'd be angry, but I can't be angry at someone who's got me so worried for her.

"Oh my God, I am so sorry," said Sam. "I can clean that up for you, if you want."

"That's OK," I said. "I can call my folks to come pick me up, and I can-"

"Umm, that's at least an hour of waiting," said Sam, grimacing as she and I set Paige down on the living room sofa. "You sure you'd rather wait?"

Dang, having puke on my shirt for an hour isn't very fun. I nodded, took off my shirt, and gave it to Sam.

"Uhhh," she said, looking away. "I, uh, I didn't expect you to take off your shirt in front of me..."

Oh. Shoot.

"Sorry," I said, suddenly feeling SUPER self conscious. "Uhhhh..."

"How about I offer you a shirt of my own?" She asked, still looking away from me.

Am I that unpleasant to look at?

"Uhhh," I said, immediately noticing the puke managed to reach my skin. Oh double dang-arang. "I think I should wash off first."

"Yeah, I suggest that, too," Sam said. "Don't worry, I'll take care of Paige."

"Thanks," I said. "Uhhh, bathroom?"

"That door right there," said Sam as she pointed me to the door between two others. "Go right ahead and use our shower; I don't mind."

"Thanks again," I said as I went to the bathroom. I sighed, took off my shoes, pants, and panties. I began to wash myself off, and that's when my phone rang. "Hello?"

"Daisy, you OK?" It was Sarah. "Kevin told me everything."

"Yeah, I'm at Sam's apartment," I said. "Paige is still drunk, but she'll be OK."

"Good," said Sarah. "Hey, you did good tonight, honey. I'm proud of how you handled it."

"I didn't do anything," I said, feeling bad. "All I did was-"

"Help someone who needed it," Sarah said. "You also helped Kevin keep calm, and even made sure he got home safely. That's not nothing, Daisy. That's a LOT. And to that girl, it may have been the literal difference between her getting home safely, or something horrible happening to her."

"That (CENSORED) left her there," I overshared, tears running down my face, my teeth gnashing. "Kevin was trying to get her to wake up, but that worthless boyfriend of hers just left her there."

Sarah didn't say anything for half a minute, but I could tell she was trying to keep herself composed. "There are a lot of bad men out in the world."

"Yeah," I said, wiping my tears away. "And I know it's not all of them, but..."

"It's too many of them," said Sarah, sighing. "Trust me, I know."

"How's Kevin?"

"Calmer, thank you," she said. "You really did take charge, honey. I'm proud of you."