The Life of a Princess

Chapter 27 - Aftershock

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A bottle of Advil slammed against the bar top, awakening me from my half-slumber. Angela's manicured hand disappeared from my sight and her eyes glared at me from their superior position above me. My head throbbed at the hurtful angle my eyes strained to keep to stare back at her and I had to give up to give my head a rest. Not that it helped, it seemed as if my brain had a bull riding competition in there.

"How much did you drink last night?" Angela asked, not curiously but exasperatedly. To be honest, I couldn't remember. A lot? In fact, I didn't even remember coming to Angela's, or parts of the party. I was so pissed last night, I'm sure I could lose my virginity and not remember it.

Oh my God.

"I didn't have sex with someone last night, did I?"

Angela filled a glass with water and put it on the bar top next to my lifesaver. "I wasn't at the party, but it didn't look like it." I couldn't help the sigh of relief that escaped my lips. The Night of Regrets had to have been the night I would regret the most. I probably did so many stupid things.

"How bad was I when I came here? What did I say?" I asked, internally hoping that I actually didn't look as wasted as I was. It was a long shot, but a girl could hope right?

"Well, you told me you broke up with Hunter," Angela started and I nodded absentmindedly. That wasn't too bad. It wasn't a secret. "Because he is doing drugs..." I said that? "And that there was too many secrets."

"That's all?" I sighed pleasedly, feeling the weight start to lift itself off my shoulders. And even with the pounding in my head, I felt happier.

But Angela didn't seem finished.

And as if with a switch turned on, the night of regrets flooded through my brain like a tidal wave. Getting lost, coming here, falling asleep on the couch. Our conversation.

"So, I haven't seen you in a while," I remarked a half hour later, slinging my feet into the couch in the living room.

"No," Angela sighed and looked at me pointedly. "I've seen you though." The tension rose but I didn't say anything. There where different angles to be seen in what happened right before I was kicked out from her home. In some of them, she had the right to be mad. She had the right to make me feel remorse.

But on the other hand, Hunter liked me. I didn't steal him from her intentionally. It wasn't my fault that he wasn't interested in her.

"Do you still like him?" I asked carefully and she laughed, bitterness clear as day.

"To be honest, I have no freaking clue." She stood up and walked to a closed cupboard, pulling out a bottle of wine. I looked at it hopefully but she only took one wine glass from the shelf above and sat down in the couch across from me, pulling off the reusable cork. "I haven't spoken to him since the dinner."

I looked at my pathetic glass of water as she poured herself some wine. "Well, it's officially over now. Broke up with him ten days ago." I suddenly looked at Angela from my glass. She stopped mid-sip and stared back. "Did you know that he does drugs?" I probed.

"No..." she admitted. "I didn't know that. Is it why you broke up with him?"

"Partly."

"What's the other reason?" She sat up straighter and scanned my face carefully.

"Reasons, actually," I clarified. "It was too many secrets, too many lies. From both sides actually, but he didn't know I had something to hide until I broke it off."