Chapter 12: Your boy just kissed my girl

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Huxley's POV

— New Years Day —

Shit. My head hurts like hell. Congrats Huxley you've done it again. Starting the year off with a hangover is nothing new, but the unexplainable sad feelings are. Yesterday was supposed to be fun. A good night out partying with Jake and Dorian. Miles wasn't with us unfortunately so. This meant that either Jake, Dorian or I would be the designated driver. Out of the three, I'm the most responsible. Or I was. When I heard Jake talking about Estelle showing up I didn't know how fast I needed to get drunk. Dorian was already fucked up and I decided to join him. Leaving Jake to be the responsible friend. Ironic. I know. But after being away from Estelle, I just couldn't face her sober. I drank so much that I almost passed out on the dance floor. Lucky me tho. Cami showed up to keep me in check. After the guys she knows me the best. We're not really friends but we are there for each other if we need to.

While I was making a fool of myself by I drinking like there was no tomorrow, Estelle entered my vision. She was wearing a little black dress that highlighted her beautiful waist. She was wearing her hair up in a ponytail, which gave my eyes acces to look at her bare neck. God, she's beautiful. I couldn't look away. She was smiling, dancing and laughing with Samara. Seems like she was having a good time. Another thing that caught my eye was her red lipstick. Was she trying to kill me? Her lips were already an eye catcher but when they're bold red.. it drove me insane. It's a shame that I only get to admire from afar.

Whatever we had going on came to an end. It should be for the best. However, it doesn't feel like it at all. I don't feel better without her. But from what I've seen at the New Year's Eve party it looked like Estelle had been doing just fine. She moved on. So should I. 

Ring. Ring. Ring.

Cami's name appears on my screen. We don't call very often. Sometimes we text, but that's it. After we cleared up our feelings about the breakup we've kept in touch. We don't meet up a lot. But when we need each other we show up. Just like Cami did for me yesterday. After I saw Estelle enter the bar, I drunk dialed Cami about an emergency. The emergency being me and my unrequited feelings. My drunk ass couldn't bare to be in the same space as Estelle and called in for help like a child.

I pick up the phone.

''Hey Cami, why are you calling me?'' I say trying not to sound rude.

''Hi Huxley. I'm fine thank you for asking, and you?'' Cami says jokingly.

I laugh. ''I'm sorry, we don't ever call guess I'm just surprised.'' I say.

''Oh Huxley you're forgiven. I'm only calling to check up on you. You know after we left the party yesterday. You were all sad. 'Oh she moved on, I knew she never liked me that much. I'm so stupid for even thinking that I had a chance.' You were acting like a sad baby. It was honestly so funny. I'm sorry for enjoying your sadness but it was so funny.'' Cami's laughter fills my ears.

''Ha ha, very funny. Enjoying my suffering.'' I sigh.

''Aah come on Huxley. You have to admit that it was funny. How's the hangover by the way?'' She asks me switching from making fun of me to being concerned.

'''It's whatever. I'm fine. Or I'll be fine after a good night's sleep.'' I answer.

''You're a bad sleeper Huxley. And I'm being serious, I called to check up on you. Even though I just laughed.'' Cami says sincerely.

''I know. I was being an emotional drunk yesterday. Won't happen again. I'm not letting myself get to that stage ever again. I'm sorry that you had to deal with that.'' I say embarrassed.

''Oh Huxley. No need to worry. We've known each other for some time now, nothing surprises me anymore. And don't be embarrassed about it. I've never seen you this caught up on someone. You were never this invested in me, no offence. You should talk your feelings out with Estelle. Even if she doesn't like you, then you can get some closure, cuz I can see that it bothers you.'' Cami speaks.

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