sad eyes, bad guys

what?

It's been a couple of weeks since the Fiona incident. It was embarrassing to admit to Josh what happened that night.

"Seriously?"
He asked in surprise.
"Yeah... I don't know... It just happened."

No, it didn't just happen. I did it because Fiona was wreckless. Just like Rebecca. She was drunk. Just like Rebecca. She didn't care. Just like Rebecca.

I chuckled, scratching the back of my head.
I invited Josh to my store, he hasn't actually been there before.

"So do you own all of these?"
"Well they were handed down to me."
"By who?"
"Parents, friends, people who didn't want them anymore."

Josh walked around all the shelves, flicking through each pile.
It was a Tuesday. About lunch time.
Over the past few weeks Bruce, my usual, kept on arguing with his girlfriend outside the store. I don't know why. But I never got involved. Why would I? At some point he would leave her in tears, and I watched her walk away.

The shop door slammed open, I tilted my office chair slightly to the left to see what had happened. Bruce walked in.

"Bruce! How you doing? I was just thinking about you..."
He gave me an angry look.
"I'm fine. Everything's fine. Just got dumped. Nothing much."
"Dude, I'm sorry for you."
He stuttered.
"G-God I said I'm fine."
There was a silence. Josh stared at me in confusion.

"Hey Bruce! This is my friend, Josh."
I pointed towards Josh, who was already shaking his hand. They went around the store, both picking out a couple of songs. Bruce payed and left. But Josh stayed for a while. We had some chats until Josh said:

"There's a party tonight, Danny's back at it again. Let's hope those high-school jocks don't show up?"

He smiled jokingly towards me.
"I'll be there." I smiled back. What can I say, my inner party animal feels like having a little hunt.

8:58 pm. My motorbike pulled up towards Danny's house. The party seemed to have already started without me. I found Josh quickly, and yet again, covered in girls.

"Where is your lady, Evan?"
Dead.
"I don't have one."
"That's because you can't get one."
"Umm... Yes I can."
"Then why don't you have a girl?"
"You know what, fine. Who do you want me to get with?"
"When I see the right girl, I'll dare you."
"Go for it."
I chuckled, walking away.

Drinking, smoking, sex. Just small things you see or experience at a house party. The smell of beer and smoke filled every floor of his home, along with loud music and people screaming at each other.

I made my way to his kitchen, which I knew quite well by now. Grabbing myself a drink I looked around. It was all the same. The same party. The same music. The same people. The same drinks. The same cigarettes. The same mistakes. It all seemed so boring.

I spoke too fast.
A sly figure seemed to walk into the party. All black clothing and fiery red hair. Other girls' faces looked like a palettes of paint all mixed together. Her face, it looked like a geometrically corrected painting. A dark masterpiece. She had pale skin which looked like snow on a Christmas morning. She looked like something from a fairytale. The amount of class she had was impeccable. Her eyelashes flickered like butterflies. She wasn't boring. Not at all.

I've just spent 10 minutes staring at a girl who I haven't even talked to. I began to look for Josh, but realised he was staring at her too. Every guy was staring at her. Damn. I stood next to Josh, admiring her. He turned his head towards me.

"I dare you..."
"Go on..."
"To sleep with..."
"Her?"
"Camilla Clarkson."
"Who?"
"Her."
He pointed at the ginger goddess that was standing in the living room.
"You're on."
I replied with a smirk.
"Good luck."
Josh muttered.
"I won't need it!"
I started walking away, chuckling.
"Oh you will..."
Josh chuckled, staring back at me.
Oh come on, how hard is this going to be? She's  just another girl.

I approached her confidently, just as I was about to talk to her, she turned her back on me. Someone else had started talking to her. I attempted to talk to her for the second time, but it seemed like she didn't acknowledge me, and plainly walked away.

After about 7 times I followed her around the household, she stopped, and I had realised what lies ahead of her.
"Bruce?"
She said, innocently.
"The hell are you doing here Cam? Bitchin' to all your stupid friends about how big of a jerk I am?"
"The only one whose doing that is you! Constantly complaining about your minuet problems, and mommy issues."
"Oh yeah, well I was the best you'll ever have."
"Correction, you were the best I've ever had, because I don't date dipshit's like you anymore."

She walked out, revealing me standing behind her. As she left, Bruce's eyes transferred to me.
"What did you say about me? Huh?"
I began backing away.
"Dude I didn't even get an opportunity to talk to her man I-"
He pushed me.
"How dare you? She was my girlfriend like 7 hours ago? I thought we were friends. Well guess what? You have no friends!"
I just took all of it in.
"And that bitch, Rebecca, probably crashed the car on purpose, just to not live in the same world as your shady ass!"
God no.
I punched his jaw first. He tugged on my hair and I pushed him to the ground. For the next 15 minutes, I bashed his head against the ground while he attempted to get me off of his stomach as I hit him repeatedly. Then I heard sirens. Crap.

I began to run, climbing onto my motorbike and driving away as far as possible. Why does this happen every time?
The police car began catching up with me. I couldn't speed any more. They blocked the road in front of me. That was it. I'm officially illegal.

Entering the police station, the policemen dumped me into an overnight jail cell. Not exactly prison. But till someone finds me and bails me out.
As they slammed closed the cell door I lifted my head to see my cellmate.

"Camilla?"