Yours Musically

36. Lover

Chapter Thirty Six - Lover

I had lost count of the number of red cups I'd grabbed after that aggravating seven minutes in heaven. I think four, at least.

But I only had Meera and Chad to blame. They hadn't stopped me. Instead, they'd encouraged me to drink more and even joined in on the fun a couple of times.

And we all did end up playing hide and seek after all, which brings me to the reason why I had gone for my most recent drink. What I had said to Matt had been eating at me, especially now that I was drunk. When I was sober, the anger was atop any other emotion, but the drunk me could feel nothing but guilt.

So naturally, I'd tried to talk to him. When Chris had started to gather people for hide and seek, I'd seen him walking across the campsite. Our eyes had met, and with a relieved smile, I'd started walking towards him but to my surprise, he'd turned his back on me and started off in the opposite direction, completely ignoring me.

"Matt," I'd called, having taken barely two steps after him when I'd seen Rebecca in the distance talking to her minions. Upon seeing him, she'd cut the gossip abruptly, ran up to him, and picked a conversation.

And he'd freaking replied to her.

That was when I'd grabbed the silly red cup off the silly table and downed its silly contents in a go.

I realized it was my pattern more than my anger. Once I started drinking, I did not want to stop until I was wasted because what was the point of drinking if you didn't even feel just a little bit numb and... floaty?

"What's wrong with you?" Meera frowned at me.

I'd been walking in silence while she'd been ranting about how drunk Chad would rather eat cup noodles than play hide and seek with her. Poor guy was exhausted, everyone was, so I didn't blame him.

Mid rant, Meera had realized I was quiet, and after observing me for a few seconds, she'd thrown the question.

I wrapped my arms around myself and gave a little shrug. "Nothing."

"You're not..." she slurred, eyes rolling to the back of her head for a moment. "...yourself. I mean, I barely see the normal you...this silent, let alone the drunk you."

"It's nothing."

"Spill, bitch!"

I pressed my lips together, then exhaled. "I feel bad."

"About?"

"Just something I said."

"To?"

I cut a glance at her. It was dark, so her face wasn't very clear. It also reminded me what we were doing—finding a spot to hide in the woods. I wondered if the seeker was looking already.

"Shouldn't we be hiding first?"

Meera stopped walking, bringing her hands to her hips stubbornly. "I don't give a rat's ass about getting caught in hide and seek."

I sighed, lost my balance for a moment over a stone, then steadied myself.

"Matt," I exhaled.

Instantly, her facial expressions shifted. The frown on her face morphed into a big smile as her eyes lit up like I'd told her something exciting and not the reason for my distress. Some best friend she is.

"Aw Becks! Are you sad about getting your lover mad at you?"

I held up an index finger. "Hey! He's not my lo—" I stopped abruptly, thought for a second, and shrugged. Sounds nice. "Yes, I got him mad."