Rhythm of Love

Part 9

Jake POV

"What the hell, Astrid?" Josh said.

"What?" She said.

"You don't have to be such a bitch!" He said.

"Watch it, Josh." I said, 

"I'm just calling her what she is."

"You can't call my girlfriend a bitch!" I shouted, my voice slowly getting louder.

She looked up at me with a smile on her face. "Girlfriend? Really?"

"Yeah!" I said, returning the smile.

"You guys can talk about that later." Josh interrupted, "Astrid, you need to go apologize to Priscilla!"

"Why should I?" she said, glaring at Josh.

"She's your best friend and she's been crying all day because of you, I don't know what happened between the two of you, but you need to fix it." He said angrily. "Now."

"She'll be fine, I'll talk to her in the morning." Astrid said, slurring over all of her words.

"Maybe that would be best." Sam interjected, "With the state she's in, it would probably make things worse if she talked to her tonight."

"I guess you're right," Josh sighed "You should get her to bed before any more shit comes out of her mouth."

"Don't talk to her like that, she may be drunk, but she's still my girlfriend." I said, wrapping my arms around Astrid, the smell of liquor coming off of her hair.

"If she's being shitty to my friends, I'll call her whatever I want." He said before flipping me off and heading back to his room.

"Come on Angel, let's get you into some comfortable clothes so you can go to bed." I said, leading her back to the bedroom.

"Angel, I like that." She said, staring up at me with her drunk smile. 

"I'm glad."

When we got back into the bedroom she practically jumped on top of me and started kissing me like crazy. I knew she was drunk, but I didn't know she would be like this. The way she ran her hands through my hair made my knees go weak and I stumbled backwards onto the bed. I placed my hands on her hips and a gasp escaped her lips. For a minute she stopped and got off of my lap, grabbing her phone from her back pocket. I was disappointed that she stopped, but somewhat relieved at the same time and I couldn't figure out why. All of the sudden, soft romantic music was playing from her phone, and she returned to kissing me. I could taste the liquor on her lips, something like whiskey, and it was God awful. Soon she was reaching to pull my shirt over my head and I did the same with her, so both of my t shirts were lying on the ground. As her hands went to my belt buckle the song changed, I recognized it but I couldn't quite place it. She pulled away from me with a smirk on her face and she stood up, soon enough she was dancing around the room. She was trying her best at what seemed to be a lap dance and then it hit me, the song was from Magic Mike, she was trying to magic mike me. 

"Astrid, stop." I said

She reached to her phone and paused the music."What's wrong baby."

I was searching for a way to say I didn't want to do this, at least not now. Of course I wanted to have sex with her, but I wanted our first time to be something special, for both of us. From the way she was acting I doubt she would have remembered it in the morning. 

"You're drunk, Angel." I said, "Very, very drunk."

"So what?" She asked.

"I don't want the first time we have sex to be some drunken afterthought, Astrid!" I said, somewhat yelling. "I want it to be special, and memorable. I want to take you out to a nice dinner, treat you to your favorite dessert, maybe rent a hotel room; when you open the door, there would be rose petals on the floor leading to the bed, with a bottle of champagne and a little note saying how special you are to me. Not in some cabin with my brothers in the next room. Not while you're drunk out of your mind because you're mad at your best friend."