After You & Me

That Girl

"Who's Kim?"

"Ha!" Jake exclaimed. "Don't tell me that you have already forgotten that name?"

"Who's Kim?" I asked again, I narrowed my eyes to mock him. Jake rolled his eyes and then waved his free hand to the bartender signaling to order another two shots of tequila.

"Hmm, six foot two, brunette, totally sexy and has the most beautiful hazel brown eyes," Jake said in exasperation.

"Doesn't ring a bell man," I said. "You know that I have met a million, billion, even trillion girls in my life that fitted your description about this 'Kim" you are asking about."

Before he could speak, the bartender interrupted to bring Jake his order. "Here you go sir, two shots of tequila."

"Thank you," Jake replied and the bartender disappeared to the other customers.

"Maybe this one will." He took a deep breath then continued. "A girl who you fucked up with another girl then you two broke up between the raindrops." Then he handed me one of the tequilas he ordered.

I took it with pleasure and drunk the shot then suddenly I yelled without giving permission to myself of yelling among all of the people inside the bar. "I DID NOT CHEAT ON HER WITH SARAH, OKAY!"

"Oh? Is that so?" he cocked his head to the side with bewilderment plastered to his shocked face just because I yelled. "So you remembered the name of the girl who you cheated behind Kim's back with? But you didn't remember Kim?"

"Look, I didn't cheat on her on the first place," I threw my head backwards then back at Jake. "It was just meaningless sex. It didn't matter at all."

"Meaningless sex?" He laughed.

"Yeah, why?" I asked.

"Why did you say that it did not matter?" he looked dazed and confused of what I said, his expression turning sour as if he is getting tired of the conversation.

"Because it is meaningless," I explained. "Don't you get it?"

"No I don't." He said simply then taking the shot.

"Okay, suit yourself."

"So the 'meaningless' cancels off the essence of your cheating?" He said, now his face looked puzzled.

"Basically," I grinned. "Yes."

"You're hopeless, man!" Now he really looked like he is tired of the conversation and then called the bartender again and ordered four shots of tequila.

But I lied about not remembering. the thing is, I totally remembered everything; I haven't had a time in a day that I couldn't take my mind off of her - Kim. Her beautiful hazel eyes, her soft lips, her whole everything, the laughter, the smiles, the crazy things that we had done, even at that time when I woke up with another girl beside me with utterly no clothes at all - on my defense, I was drunk because of this party and Sarah was totally checking me out then she took advantage of me that night at the club - which I regretted the most and that night when Kim broke up with me without a word but "we're done" then leaving me there on the alley. I remembered it all, up until this very day and has regretted it on every aching minute that passed wishing that we were still together, for three months. Three months that led me into bars with my friends getting drunk. They said that it will take the pain away but nothing happened. So I just kept coming into the bar waiting to forget everything off of this miserable life.

One night while I was going home drunk, alone and sick as hell, I staggered onto the sidewalk and then I knew that I couldn't hold on anymore, my body was aching, and my knees were trembling, my eyes watering and my tongue was literally producing saliva at a rapid rate.

Throwing up was the worst case scenario when you have too much to drink. Fortunately, the street was deserted at three in the morning so I had it all to myself. Shame could not stop my conscience at that moment where everything around me was getting a twin, everywhere I looked. My head was turning so I knew I had to find the nearest trash can and luckily I found one just inches from where I staggered. As I knelt on the pavement throwing up everything: my life, my memories, my feelings, my Bianca, all of it in to the trash can for almost fifteen minutes, I heard clicking noises of a heeled pair of shoes growing louder and louder until it stopped. I opened my eyes and there it was the clicking noise producer, a familiar sight of a girl's foot, too familiar, I tried to look up then the girl said, "Mark? Are you alright?"

"Bianca?" then everything around me turned to black.