Something More

Chapter Twenty One

Nigel was so confused. Memories of what had happened that fateful night haunted him like a plague. Trying to get it out of his memory was proving difficult.

Nigel patiently waited for his friend's reaction, expecting the worst. He had just narrated everything that had happened that night. He knew his friend would not judge him, but he was worried that Cooper's thoughts about him would change.

"Well, all I can say is that I'm really surprised by her actions. Do you know the cause of all this?" Cooper asked him.

"No. I think it was the alcohol and this isn't the first time I've smelt a strong scent of alcohol wafting from her clothes", Nigel said.

"Nigel, I don't know. She sounds like bad company", Cooper advised him.

"Yeah, I know. Sophie and my mum have already told me", Nigel said.

"Now, I'm the one telling you. She's just trouble."

"Yeah. I think what Kayla and I need is a little time to think over everything, because right now, I'm just baffled."

"Don't forget to pray about it."

"I won't. Thanks, Cooper", Nigel said and gave their special "bro hugs and left.

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Miserably, I trudged down the stairs and tried to compose myself the best I could. I opened the door to reveal a surprised-looking Rita.

"Kayla, are you okay?" Rita asked me, her voice filled with concern.

"Yeah, it's just that Nigel rejected me", I told Rita.

"What happened?" she asked me and sat on the couch, removing her black stilettos from her feet.

I went on to tell her everything that had happened.

"Don't take it personally, Kayla. He just does not believe in those things", Rita assured me.

"What things?" I asked, confused.

"He thinks pre-marital sex is wrong."

"It's his religion, isn't it?"

Rita nodded.

"Where did you go out tonight? Another date?" I asked Rita, noticing that she was all dressed up.

"No. We broke up."

"Really? Tonight?"

"No. That was weeks ago."

"Weeks ago?"

"Yeah, and tonight was our Girl's Night Out and you forgot – again."

"I'm sorry."

"Why do I feel this isn't the first time you've said this."

"Rita, I'm sorry and I mean it."

"I've been thinking a lot and I've noticed that you don't care about me. Maybe, if I'm starving, you wouldn't realise it and I might die out of hunger. We wouldn't want that to happen, would we? So I'm moving out. First thing tomorrow morning."

"And where are you going?"

"A friend's place. A friend who actually cares about me", Rita said and stormed off to her room.

Why does this always have to happen to me? Anytime anything to me? Anytime anything good happens in my life, something bad always comes to reverse that good thing. Was this a curse or what? I wondered as I miserably crawled into bed.