When I Met You

Chapter 8 - Blake's POV

I was pissed. I looked at myself in the mirror in the restroom. I knew I shouldn't have stayed at the office for as long as I did. Great going, Idiot.

I sighed and dragged my hands from my hair down my face. I reached down to turn the faucet on, splashing water onto my bloody face. Man, that guy knew had to throw a punch. My lip was busted and blood streamed out my nose. I attempted to clean myself up to the best of my ability, but I still looked like shit. Fuck! I gritted my teeth.

I couldn't have been in the bathroom more than 20 minutes, but when I went to find Chelsea and that Son of a Bitch, they were nowhere to be found. I asked around, but nobody had seen them leave. That was until I spotted Chelsea's friends. Surely, they must know where she is. As I walked up to them, I watched Harper climb on the table and shout, "Will is a piece of shit!"

Damn. This might be harder than I thought. I approach the table and shout up to Harper. "Can you please get down? I need to talk to you."

When she noticed my presence, she smiled and jumped into my arms. "Blake!"

I slowly set her down on a nearby chair. "Yeah, have you seen Chels?"

"Umm." She pondered, but bit her tongue before she could continue.

"Come on, Harper," I coaxed. "Where is she?"

She gave me an apologetic smile, before announcing that she left with Nick. So that was his name? I felt the anger boiling inside of me. Seriously, she would sleep with a complete stranger and refuse me? What's wrong with me? I've only ever treated her with respect and patience, because I know about her childhood and her piece of shit father. I only ever loved her to the best of my ability. I can't believe it.

I stared at Harper a little longer than I should have. "What the actual fuck, Harper?"

Her eyes changed from their usual brightness to sadness. "It wasn't my fault!" She clenched her jaw.

She was right. It was my fault, but I would never admit that to anyone. She was being irresponsible. I was just trying to take her home, but when she refused me it pissed me off. She was mine, but she acted like she wasn't. I've never seen her dance like that before. She looked happy. It should have been me making her smile, not the alcohol. I was jealous. I had to show her that I could make her happy too, but she refused me. She refused me.

That bastard ruined it. He stole away my girlfriend and she let him. She looked relieved to be out of my grasp. God, what have I done?

I snatched up a drink from the table, not caring who's it was. I chugged what was left in the glass. As the alcohol stung my throat, I returned Harper an apologetic smile. "I know it wasn't."

She was stunned as if someone like me wouldn't say those words. I didn't know whether to feel offended or not.

A few more drinks into the night and my eyes kept trailing up and down Harper's figure across the room. She wore her long blonde hair down in curls similar to Chels's. They were about the same height, but Chels had long legs that made her appear taller. Harper had slightly more to offer breast-wise and that dress was doing an amazing job at accentuating her curves. Fuck, what am I doing?

Harper walked over to me. "Stop, moping around, loser."

Is that what you call this feeling? It felt like heartbreak, but I couldn't control my lust. Harper reminded me too much of Chels.

She snapped her fingers in front of my face. "Hello, you there buddy?" Laughing once I snapped out of my trance she asked me to dance with her. Before I could even respond, she was pulling me to the dance floor. She turned her back towards me and placed my hands on her hips. When she started swaying, I thought I was going to lose it, but she didn't stop. In fact, she reached her arms up to my neck and played with my hair. Mmm, Chels. I let out an audible groan.

Harper turned around to face me and grinned. She wasn't Chels, my heart ached. Then, she did something I would never expect. Something Chels would never have done even in a drunken state.

About an hour later, Harper had convinced me to take her to my apartment. We were getting hot and heavy, as I imagined she was Chels. Of course, Chels would never agree to do the things I did to Harper that night.

I should have felt guilty, but she was with another guy as well. It didn't feel so wrong, because the entire time I was able to picture Chels. Was it still considered cheating if I thought of her the whole time?