Yours Musically

37. Not Everything

Chapter Thirty Seven - Not Everything

The drunk me had said a lot of things to Matt except the one thing I was supposed to say—sorry.

I'd been a real bitch to him earlier and the fact that he'd still helped me, brought on even more guilt.

I owe him an apology, I reminded myself as I stared up at the tent wide awake, after having tossed and turned next to Meera countless times in hopes to fall asleep but all in vain.

I also had to pee so I was leaving the tent anyway. So, I decided I wasn't going to wait until morning for the apology. Standing up on shaky feet, I stepped out in the cool air, instantly wrapping my arms around myself as I made my way towards the bathroom.

It was empty. So, I quickly finished my business. On my way back, I was a little more aware of my surroundings than I'd been while going to the bathroom—I'd just beelined towards it with my head low.

Now, I could see that the campsite was completely silent and almost everyone was in their tents, except a few guys still hanging around the bonfire.

I squinted my eyes to get a clear view, feeling my heart pick up when I found Matt among them. The bonfire gave an orange glow to his face. He was holding a red cup and drinking from it occasionally while talking to the guys. Chris was sitting next to him and right in front of him was creepy Steve. Parker and Chad were there too. I didn't know the names of the rest of them.

I noticed Matt was in a different pair of clothes and his hair looked wet which meant he'd probably taken a shower after babysitting me. But something told me the babysitting wasn't over for him yet. Every few seconds, I found him throwing back a look in the direction of the tents, then joining in on the conversation again.

I realized I'd gone to leaning against a tree while observing him. Every time he chuckled at something and his eyes lit up, reflecting the bonfire glow, I felt my heart flutter. Since I was at a distance, I only heard faint undertones of his deep laugh and it still made me smile.

About a minute later, he tipped his head back, finished his drink and looked down at his watch before getting up. He said something and the guys nodded and a few of them got up as well and started moving towards their tents.

Matt started making his way towards his tent which was at the nearing end of the campsite. As if on autopilot, my feet started moving and I was only two steps behind him when he stepped inside.

"I thought you didn't drink," I announced myself.

He turned around, brows furrowed. "You should be asleep."

"So should you." I walked into the dark tent illuminated by his flashlight. "I took a little detour to your tent on my way back. Hope you don't mind."

"Back from where?" He raised a brow, eyes running over my body as if checking if I'd indulged myself in another hanging session.

"Bathroom. And yes, I found my way without straying to the lake. Surprise!"

Again, no humour. "I thought I told you to give me a call."

That's when a realization dawned on me—just because he'd helped me, it didn't mean all was good. He was mad about what I'd said during seven minutes in heaven.

"I lost my phone somewhere near the cliff. I'll have to get it back in the morning."

The mention of the cliff made a scowl appear on his lips. Damn! What did the poor cliff do?

"Fine. I'm taking you back to your tent now."

Just as his hand started to reach for my arm, I retreated a step, getting out of his reach.