Life After True Love

Why Don't You Like Me?

So personally, I wouldn't say I was drunk. I would definitely say that I was inebriated. I could definitely say that I wasn't sloppy. I at least took pride in being a tank when it came to alcohol. As a general rule, I was never the drunkest person at a party. That was usually Bree, who was stumbling around telling everyone how much she loved them. I surveyed the rest of the room, taking note of who else was completely done for the night. The party was starting to pick up, since everyone had started drinking, and I could tell everyone in the place was in a better mood. Hopefully, no fights would break out, because that would really put a damper on the evening. My phone had been buzzing throughout the night. Probably Luke. I didn't bother checking it, because my phone would tell him when I read the messages and if I didn't reply he'd just text me more.

Dex had even been drinking a little, which was out of character for him when he was supposed to be driving. He hadn't had as much as me, but he knew his own tolerance, and was still sober enough to-I think-make sure I didn't do anything completely idiotic and embarrass myself. Thank goodness he was there. Not that I make it a habit of doing dumb stuff when I drink. That's not it at all. I just tend to mistake people's flirting for general friendliness, and that could get me in some trouble. Drinking Dex was a little bit different than sober Dex. Of course, everyone changes a little when they drink. For example I become the ultimate socialite, and talk to everyone, and make friends. Other people, kind of want to punch the first person they see. Dex just becomes more touchy, and socially outgoing. I liked to think we were keeping our weird relationship on the down low, but the truth of the matter stood that if we suddenly started full out officially dating, our friends wouldn't be surprised. The reason being, that Dex in public while drinking didn't care what other people thought, and usually if he was drinking, I had been drinking more, so I didn't care either.

"You're so pretty," he said, beaming down at me. He was tall enough that he could use my shoulders as an armrest, and he was. "You're so, so, so pretty."

"You've been drinking," I laughed. I wrapped my arm around him and hugged him tight. I cherished these small moments, when he accidently had enough to drink that his "I don't care" attitude wasn't there anymore.

Anthony started laughing at us, and shook his head in fake disappointment.

"You guys aren't doing a good job of keeping it a secret," he chuckled. I stuck my tongue out at him. He didn't have to say anything.

"What are you talking about?" I innocently asked him.

"Oh my god, you know he tells me everything right?"

My heart dropped a little. Dex probably told Anthony about the other day, and that was something I didn't want anybody knowing. I should have guessed that Dex had told Anthony we were spending more time together, and making out a lot. They were bestfriends, and I had told my bestfriend.

"Dude, shut up. I don't tell you everything," Dex scoffed.

I looked around, and noticed a guy I met about a year ago. His name was Callum, but I wasn't really sure. I just remembered that he had been one of the many guys Bree went out with. He was definitely her type. She loved the super tall, buff, typical Californian look. I had to admit, he was one of the more attractive people she'd dated.