Bad Boy's Girl

Chapter 6

     I forget how much I love getting ready for parties with Matt. Doja Cat blasts from my TV, we both took a shot of tequila and I don't plan on drinking anything other than that shot so I can be the designated driver in three hours. 

" I'm going to get fuuuuucked up tonight," Matt says. I laugh and look at him. 

" 'I'm never drinking again,'" I mock him. 

" That was hungover Matt speaking, not sober Matt who has had a hell of a week," Matt says and we laugh together. " I have no idea what to wear," he says, I finish my last curl and pin it up. 

" I look like a 1950's housewife," I laugh at myself in the mirror 

" Yeah but the curls are going to last alllllllll night," Matt says and takes a sip of his drink. 

" Let's go find you something to wear," I say. Matt nods in agreement. 

" How was work the other day?" He asks as we both look at his closet. 

My heart aches at the thought of Joseph and the entire situation with Michael. I guess my face said it all because Matt stops flicking the hangers and looks at me, his head cocked. 

"Oh no, did one of the patients die?" he asks. 

" Oh god no, it was okay, I'm sorry I was thinking of something else." I lie. 

" No interesting stories? You always have an eventful day," he says. 

" I really can't say," I say and turn my direction to the closet and reach for a hanger and Matt stops my hand. I look up at Matt. His soft blue eyes stare right into mine, and I can hear the attitude that is about to be given before I can hear it. 

"Nuh-uh," he pauses and looks at me, "You always tell me about work I'm your best friend. What can't you tell me?" he asks. 

" Matthew," I take a deep breath in. " I really really can't say, it would violate HIPPA," I shrug. 

"Oh bullshit," he says, opening his mouth again but I cut him off. 

" Michael!" I yell, and his mouth drops open. "Michael was there," I say and I feel like I can't breathe. I promised him I wouldn't tell anyone. 

" Oh you like him," Matt says with a smirk. He was right. I did like Michael, and maybe a little too much. I don't know what it is about him. He seemed so familiar as if we had met in another lifetime and our souls had the opportunity to cross paths again in this lifetime. 

"No, I don't," I lie again. I hate lying to Matt fuck. 

" Oh that's a lie!" he protests. I guess I was so focused on Michael, I didn't realize he had picked out a few shirts and wanted me to choose which I liked best. 

" It was a mess, Matt, I feel bad for the guy, doesn't mean I like him," I say and Matt rolls his eyes, I pick out an ash grey shirt and hand him the shirt, putting the other two shirts back in his closet. 

" What the fuck happened?" he asks. I walk to the mirror in his room while he changes his shirt, he goes to the door so we can go back to my room. 

"So much," I say and manage to make my way back to my room. Matt lays on my bed and I get started on my makeup, I can see him staring at me from my mirror, waiting for me to finish the story. 

" Go on bitch!!" he says and we both laugh. " I need to hear what made this mother fucker go to a psych ward," I turn to him. 

" It wasn't him it was his younger brother," I state. 

" Shut the fuck up," he says.

" I'm not kidding, he has a heroin addiction," I say. 

" Oh god," Matt says.