Desperate Love

Chapter 2

Andrew could not keep his concentration on the party for rest of the time. Though he was present there physically, his mind was somewhere else that was thinking something else. The conversations between those two guys were still on his head.

Andrew was sitting on a couch of a corner of the bar; quite distant from his circle. If accurately saying, he was half-sitting-half lying. He didn't count how many drinks he had finished drinking already. Andrew almost always used to drink at an unrestricted manner whenever he indulged into deep thoughts.

"Hey Andrew, are you alright?"

Andrew looked up. Monica was standing in front of him. She came forward and sat very cozily with him, there was not even a bit distance left then.

"Monica, I'm feeling very dizzy. I've drank too much alcohol. My head is spinning therefore."

"Don't worry, Andre'. Just keep your eyes closed for a little bit. You'll see baby, how better you'll feel within no time." Monica said in such a tone she never told before, Andrew sensed. Neither had she ever told him Andre' before, neither baby. It couldn't be symptom of getting drunk.

Andrew was habitual of getting many drinks at a stretch no matter whatever the drink was, vodka or whiskey or beer but still could retain his sense. Hence it would be the last thing that could happen if he would hear something wrong while getting drunk. So he was confident about not hearing or seeing anything wrong.

Monica was stroking his left cheek with her fingers slowly. "Now feeling better?" She asked with a visibly seductive look on her face. "Wanna do something way better so that you, I mean we don't forget this night?"

"In your dreams..." Andrew told, gently drawing her right hand away from his face. Andrew couldn't reply much because his head started to spin faster than before.

Andrew stood up very steadily, trying to keep balance onto his feet. He was not supposed to drink too much. He was feeling very sleepy as well.

"Andre', you can't even walk by your own feet at this state." Monica grabbed his arm from behind. "Let me drop you home."

"That's also, in your dreams." Andrew shrugged off and went away.

Monica stood there with a feeling of humiliation and rejection. She heard a sound of chuckle behind. It was Calvin laughing at her. "So finally you've approached him and got rejected too. Congratulations!"

Monica's anger burst into fuel. "Oh please shut up Calvin! I'm not in mood of replying to your prank now." Tears were visible in her eyes.

Calvin stopped immediately. He never thought Monica was really serious about Andrew. He always used to see her as one of those girls who used to chase after Andrew for money and fame.

"I always had thought that the best way to get Andrew could be to befriend him at first." Monica said. "But I'm proved to be wrong, Calvin. I've been trying to pursue him since the high school time but back then the bitch Nikita had stolen him. It has already been four years of their breakup and he still can't forget her. Don't you think it's all because of the bitch that he can't concentrate on any of his works? Don't you think if he would really able to forget her and concentrate, then he could be one of the best actors?"

"I don't think so, I believe so." Calvin said. "But Andrew doesn't accept himself the fact, that he still has those bitter feelings which he needs to bury."

Monica was sniffing still. Calvin wiped her tears with his hands. Monica looked at him. To her, Calvin was just a man, with full of pride who used to bug nobody but her. But that night he was looking most handsome than ever. She felt how closer she already drew on his arms within then. Calvin's eyes swept over her.