ScarLett

Chapter 2

 Jonnathan                                                                  

I woke up to realize that I'd slept through the whole afternoon.

"Dammit it!"

Scarlett was going to kill me. I had to be at the funeral this afternoon and I was still in fuckin' L.A.

My head was banging from last night. What started out as a usual night at the club turned into a drinking spree. I turned my head to realize that I wasn't alone.

"Who the fu-."

"Good morning, sexy." The beautiful red-head props up on her elbows flashing me a lazy smile.

Was this girl fucking kidding me right now?

"You're still here." My expression was cold as I stared at her, annoyed.

I was so high last night, I couldn't even remember her goddamn name.

Not that it mattered.

What mattered the most right now was getting the hell on that plane to Chicago and being there for Scarlett. That girl was going to be on my case if I didn't show up soon. And the fact that I hadn't been to visit almost a year now wasn't making things any better. I had been an ass to her this past year and my fucked up life patterns were to blame for it.

"Where are you going?" I hopped into the shower to get rid of last nights sins. "Why are you still here?" I replied even more annoyed that she was still in my space.

"You promised me a whole day last night," she said, getting ready to get in the shower with me.

Shit, I must of been completely out of it last night to have promised this girl anything, let alone to spend the whole day together. These girls could get so clingy sometimes. The next thing you know, they'll be expecting to bare your goddamn children!

Bitch, do you even know me?!

I glared at her. "Get out of the shower."

She looked stunned and a little offended. But I didn't care.

"You'll wait 'till I'm finished if you're so eager to get in."

She stepped out, wrapping a towel around her and slaming the door behind her.

I couldn't help but wonder if she was more amused than hurt. Chicks like her loved the attention but also craved for dominance. Chicks always said stuff like "a real man should never be possessive" or "a real man should treat a woman with respect". Which is all basically saying that, they should always let them have there own way with everything. And what did that make us men look like? Dogs on leashes?

I laughed at the thought of some red-head, who's name I could barely remember, making an honest and better man out of me. Despite the fact that I just remembered clearly how I ran into her last night. Or more like she had run into me. I was still quite amused by her courage.

She was flirting with my friend Casper while I was contemplating on choosing between a blond chick or this other chick. The latter, I couldn't clearly make out rather was a man or a woman. Hey, I told you I was high as f*ck so don't blame me for it.

It was some good stuff.

Finally, realizing that the big bad wolf wasn't showing any interest in her, she headed over to me.

And here I was, trying so desperately not to be too dramatic and make a scene. I couldn't help it.  I wasn't use to letting chicks get too close to me. It wasn't good for my concentration. I felt distracted. I had to kick her out.