"I'm so glad you're back," Manny said, smiling at me. We were dancing around, drunk off of our asses, at her sister Layla's house. Chris was practicing with the guys.
A few weeks had passed since Manny and I decided to go to California, and we were leaving in two days.
It was extremely hot in the confides of Layla's basement, considering at least a hundred people were down there. I took a long drink of my double Jack and coke, and continued dancing. Well, dancing like a goth girl.
The arm that was holding my drink got pulled and the alcohol spilled on the floor.
"Hey, what the fuck dude?!" I almost yelled. I turned to yell at the guy, but ended up smiling instead. It was Kuza. I pulled him into a hug, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"Kari," he said low but loud enough for me to hear. I looked up at him. "We need to talk."
"About what?" I asked, sounding too happy.
"It's about Chris," he answered.
My heart automatically fell into my stomach. What about Chris? Did something happen to him? Is he hurt? Is he okay? What's he doing anyways? I mean, I know he was practicing but that should've ended hours ago, yet I hadn't heard anything from him since before I left the house.h
Kuza grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the hot, and somehow humid, basement, upstairs, and outside to the cold Scranton air. His hand was firm on my arm, making sure I didn't fall over in my six inch platform boots. And, also, the fact that I was drunk.
"Kari," he started. "I don't want you to get mad."
"I'm not gonna get mad, I feel too good to get mad," I said honestly. "Just tell me."
After pacing back and forth for a few minutes, Kuza stopped in front of where I had sat down on the porch.
"I'm not sure if anything is happening, but I was talking to Ricky the other day, and he said that.." he paused, looking at me regretfully. "Chris was with Carlie the other day."
I stared at him, immediately frowning and almost seeming to sober up. The buzz in my head from the alcohol was gone, and nothing was blurry. He was kidding, right? He had to be. Chris wouldn't do that to me, would he? He said he was mine. He said he would never hurt me again. My eyes traveled to the ring that sat on my right hand ring finger. The promise ring. My promise ring.
"I don't think anything is going on Kari, I just thought you should know," he said, leaning forward slightly, trying to make me look at him. I just stared at my ring.
Why does shit like this always happen to me? Why do I always pick the guys who can't seem to stay faithful? You don't know that he did anything, my subconscious told me, but I blocked it out. Maybe he didn't do anything with her. I don't know. What I do know is that he loved her, a lot. What would hold him back? Maybe he still loves her...
"Will you take me home?" I asked, my voice so small I almost couldn't hear myself.
"Yeah," he said and held his hand out. I pushed it away and walked straight to his car, pulling my phone out of my pocket. I texted Manny quickly, telling her I was going home and that I would talk to her soon.
We rode in silence. I couldn't speak. I was too caught in my thoughts. What could be going on that would make him run to her? I closed my eyes, trying to blink back tears. Why does this always happen to me?
He pulled up to the sidewalk and grabbed my arm before I could get out.
"It'll be okay, Kari. I'm sure it was nothing between them," he said. I nodded and got out, walking towards the door slowly. I heard Kuza's car pull away and I thought I was going to throw up. I can't do this. I can't bring this up to him. If I do, I'll ruin everything.
He already ruined it when he was with her, I said to myself. I walked slowly up the steps of the porch and to the door, pushing it open and peeking in. The living room light was on, but there was no Chris in it. I walked into the kitchen, but he wasn't in there either.
I heard the door from the bathroom creek and Chris' light footsteps coming down the stairs.
"Hey baby," he said, a towel in his hands, and he was tousling his hair with it. "Did you just get here?"
I nodded, not being able to speak.
"Did you have fun?" He asked, a smile on his face. I nodded again and my eyes met his. The smile immediately fell from him face. "What's wrong?"
I tried to gulp down the lump that seemed to form in my throat. You can do this Kari, you can do this. I closed my eyes temporarily and opened them again, meeting his once more. He looked a little shocked.
"I know you were with Carlie."
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I Don't Care If It Will Break My Heart.
FanfictionA year passes since she left. Kari has changed everything about herself, but one day, she's faced with the thing that she fears the most. She can try to run, but when she least expects it, he's there. (Sequel to My Heart in Your Hands.)