Fifteen shots later, I'm still trying to figure out what I want in life. Do I want to be with Nathan? Or Chris? Chris is a great guy, I love him as brother. But with Nathan I have more history. He's always here when I need him. There has never been a time that I remember that he wasn't by my side. I take another shot, and motion to the waiter I need another one.
"Boy troubles?" The bartender asks.
"You can say. More like ex-troubles."
"The next one is on the house." He pours me a double, and it slides down my throat smoothly. "You want to talk about it?" He places the bottle down.
"You have time?" I ask looking around the bar.
"You're the only one here at this time, why not? Maybe I can help?" He smiles.
I feel the hours go by as I tell him my whole life story. All he does is nod, and shrug, I think I even see him cringe. He says nothing, as the words leave my mouth. I feel pressure begin to lift off my shoulders, and disappear into the air. Once I finish, I take another shot.
"Well, that was more than I thought." He pauses and pours me another shot. "So you already spoke to him?" I nod. "And you're still having second thoughts he loves you?" I nod again. "How about you give me a second chance? There's nothing wrong with second chances." He says.
"But what about my plan?"
"That plan is stupid, and I don't mean to offend you. From what you've told me, and how you speak of him, you're in love him. You can't deny that. If you do, then you're lying to yourself. And that's never good. You're making irrational decisions. For example, dating Michael." He's right I can't even argue. Nothing good came out of that. Michael isn't talking to me, and I'm pretty sure our friendship is ruined.
"What do I do?" I slur my words.
"Talk to Nathan and see where you go from where you both left off." I snort.
"Did you not hear the part where I said he cheated on me, in my own bed?" As the words leave my mouth I get a surge of anger.
"Revenge is never good." Revenge is all I pick up from his sentence.
"Thank you. Charge the drinks to room 245." I quickly head for my room.
I find myself standing outside Nathan's room, shouting his name. Why am I doing this? I have no clue. But will this end badly? Absolutely.
"What?" He shouts opening his door.
"Shut the fuck up and kiss me." I push him against the wall.
"No. You're drunk." He tries to push me off.
"Are you turning me down?" I tilt my head to the side. "After you everything you've done to me, you are turning me down?" The fact that he's literally saying no to me is sobering. Am I that big of a mess right now?
"Bella back off. You're not in all your senses." He grabs my wrist and pushes me up against the opposite wall.
"Let me go." I try to get out his hold. His grip becomes tighter and I'm beginning to sober up quickly. What is he doing? Is he trying to hurt me? "You're hurting me." I pull harder, but it's all in vain.
"You want me to kiss you?" He pauses. His eyes grow darker. Oh fuck. What is he going to do me? I didn't really mean what I said. Fuck I'm so dead. "Ask me when you're not drunk love" he kisses my cheek, and lets go of my wrists. "Go to sleep." He opens his door and crosses the hall to my room. "Come on I'll make sure you actually stay in bed." He smiles.
My phone wakes me up, and it rings for the fifth time this morning. I ignored it the first four times, but at this point, I can't. It has to be something important if they won't stop calling. I reach for the nightstand and slide my thumb across the screen.
