Cinderella Who

Chapter Thirty-eight

I ignored my soaked cheeks, merely staring at the wooden door that was now wide open. I stared at it wide-eyed, but I couldn't spout out any words or even a letter. I thought my hands were clutching the handle of the mug tightly, the beer liquid inside roared with waves. I gritted my teeth, yet I just stared at the man who walked into the bar.

"You sure you want to be here?" Peter asked me from behind, yet I didn't respond and stared mindlessly at him.

The man I loved, the man that broke me. I watched him sitting on a stool, ordering whiskey. I watched the bartender concocting the alcoholic beverage for him, showing his expertise quite plainly. He placed the small glass filled with whiskey. He examined the glass and chugged it all, catching me by surprise. He looked devastated. But I was too devastated, because of him.

"Hey, Taylor." Peter tugged at my shoulder, but I removed his hand away from me. I knew it hurt to see him, so I chugged another glass of beer down my throat. I let out an alcoholic breath.

"That guy over there is a jerk, a big time jerk." I enunciated to Peter, I was drunk so mind me. I told him about it like he didn't know, although he knew all about it. "He's a fricking jerk, an asshole, a prick!"

I'd caught the attention of everyone, especially him. I didn't care even the slightest, I stood up on the table. I pointed my finger at him and shrieked, "I hate him! He broke me apart! He's a jerk!"

The rest of the silly night became a blur.

***

For once, I actually felt comfortable in my bed. I was surrounded with an intoxicating scent that had me swooning over it. I was sprawled all over the bed, taking in my environment. Hold on, I didn't remember the dorm with crimson walls. I shot my grey orbs open, watching the darkness of the night seep through the curtains. I didn't know the forest green curtains at all, I wasn't in fact in my dorm. I abruptly sat up, acting all paranoid with my head twisting left and right.

I heard a rustle and groan, just a few feet away from me. I clutched onto the white bed sheets, crawling myself to the edge of the bed. I gasped soundlessly, I didn't even wake him up. I didn't know why I was here, but the throbbing headache told me all about it. I rolled myself back into the centre of the bed quietly as silent as a thief. I let my arms and legs sprawl all over his bed, I knew now why I loved the scent.

I stiffened as I heard another groan and his voice echoed throughout the bedroom, "Ugh."

I instantly closed my eyes. I didn't need him to know I was awake. I just wanted to sneak out of here and skitter back to somewhere. I felt the bed sinking on the left as I felt his fingers graze my bare leg. I didn't even know what I was wearing and I certainly felt violated and exposed. I resisted the urge to wince and wake up to tackle him down, because he was now sitting on the bed and I didn't like how close of a distance we were from each other.

I felt his fingers grazing my forehead, tucking what seemed to be my hazel hair strands behind my right ear. I felt goosebumps forming, his slightest touch sent a surge of electric shock all over my body. I shot open my eyes when he caressed my cheek, stunning him as he backed away abruptly. I almost shrieked, "What...the...hell...is...going...on?"

A mixture of shock, confusion, and oblivion contorted his face. He blinked a few times in a stiffened state, still staring at me with his jade orbs which still shimmered beautifully, but they weren't as bright as normal. He said, "You're...awake?"

"What do you think?" I sarcastically retorted back, obviously infuriated with him. He couldn't do that, we're already over. "Where do you think you're touching, ex-boyfriend? You and I are done, you hear me? We are done!"