The Blame Game

Chapter One

"How's the fitting?" I asked as I checked the road for any cars coming my way. I didn't need that sort of trouble. I was at the risk of getting into trouble because of what I was doing at that moment.

"The usual. I swear each girl thinks they gained a pound every time we have a fitting." Cash replied with her usual exaggeration.

"It's not impossible." I said and crossed the street.

"I know but it can be tiring at times. I know that not all the girls think that but at times it feels as if every girls esteem is sitting at a point zero."

"Don't you like need that though?" I asked and she laughed.

"I want healthy competition. I need to leave but drink for me and the shit week we've had." She instructed and our lines disconnected. As soon as I was on the other side of the street a car passed me and with the passing I got splashed with the puddle of water that was on the road. That was one of the things that I needed alcohol for, just one of the things. I made it to the back door without any bad luck. As promised the door was opened but what I didn't expect was Jeremiah making out with another girl. He tore himself away from the girl when he realised that I was staring at them. The lump in my stomach seemed to expand.

"I didn't think you would come." He said when I was within his range. I was humiliated. There weren't any words coming out of my mouth. I was also a bit sad.

"Jer, who's this?" The girl hanging on his arm asked. I waited for his answer. What would I be?

"Just someone I know or knew." He answered and dragged the girl with him. They went outside and I felt the coolness of the air attacked my face. I blinked the tears away.

"He's a douche." A guy next to me announced. I looked at the counter, there were a few bottles of vodka left and my hands were itching to get to them but my mind still wanted to comprehend what had just happened to me.

"And I say that because we douche bags recognise each other." The guy continued. I took two steps to the counter then stopped. Was I being rude?

"Sorry, I need to drink something." I said to him. I glanced at him. He looked familiar. Very familiar. I took a swing of vodka straight from the bottle then looked for something to dash it with. There were a few gummy bears in a bowl and I gobbled those up. I took another swing of the vodka.

"Is everyone already drunk?" I asked him.

"Pretty much." He replied.

"I need to catch up." I said and he raised his eyebrows. He had nice eyebrows.

"He isn't a douche by the way. Bastard seems to be more fitting but that's the wrong description because labeling someone that would mean that they were born outside the union of marriage. And that last part was redundant, right?" I rambled. His lip curved. Was I amusing? I took another swing of the vodka. Vodka had the worst taste in the whole world but I needed to drink.

"I'm not sure. So you know him?" He asked.

"Yes I do and you know what fu­­- I mean screw him."

"No, you mean fuck him."

"Well that but I'm not supposed to swear. I know you." I announced and a look of holding back appeared on his face. I took a gulp of the vodka and wanted to gag. I munched more of the gummy bears.

"I swear I know you or I have seen you somewhere. Gosh I hate that." I babbled and squinted at him. He looked really familiar. The light bulb twinkled in my head when I figured it out. I let out a laugh. I was drunk already.

"You're one of the members of Walk of Life." I said and a few of the people around looked at him then they carried on with their lives. He bit his lip piercing then looked at me. It looked as if he was waiting for me to do something drastic.