Waiting To Exhale

Thirty-three

I sway my hips to the fast rhythm. Some guy has been dancing with me for a while now. I don't care. He's cute. Oh if Mason finds out about this. He can be so controlling. Its hard to see his motives. I know he has some. Everyone has motives. He's really good at hiding them.

The really cute guy I'm dancing with leans in. I think he said his name is Dylan...or Bryan...maybe Trey. I don't know. Its not like I really need to remember. I'm not going to see him after tonight. "Are you having fun?" He ask.

I smile, pulling him into me. I nod. "You have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen." They truly are amazing. He has these big beautiful brown eyes that just seems to sparkle everywhere he goes. His eyelashes are long and thick. I never understood why boys always seem to have the prettiest eyelashes. He is so beautiful. He says he's from Great Britain. He even has an accent. I bet he use it on all the girls.

"My boyfriend would not be pleased to find me here with you...dancing like this." I run a finger a long the length of his juicy pink lips. I want to kiss him. What's stopping me?

"You're fun when you drink. You are definitely loose."

"I only had two shots. Maybe three...or four...I don't know. You're cute."

He laughs. I like his laugh. He doesn't have a care in this world. At least not tonight. Not while he's with me. I got to thank Frankie for knowing a guy that knows a guy. She got us in with some fake ideas. Apparently I'm Jamie Young tonight. I like being Jamie. She's more outgoing than Olivia. And she doesn't have any baggage. So carefree and spontaneous. The world views her as reckless but she's anything but.

"You are so beautiful."

I stop in the middle of us dancing. I turn to look at him. "There was once a time when I would kill to hear someone say that to me. I use to be so messed up...and...and poor."

"You...are...very...very...pretty. Don't know why anyone would tell you that. We should get out of here."

"Oh yeah? And go where?"

"To my place. It's not far from here. It's quiet there too. We won't have to yell over the music."

I give the girls a heads up before taking off. I don't really know why I'm going to his place. It just feels right right now. Not too many things have felt right lately. He opens the door for me and I nearly fall and break my neck trying to get in. For some reason everything just keeps on spinning. I don't recall it being like that before.

Dylan helps me in the car. I'm still not sure if that's his name but I'm never going to see him after this night so it doesn't even matter. I rest my head on the window. Maybe it'll help make the spinning stop. Somewhere in the drive I fall asleep. Not for long. I wake up to a tap on my shoulder. The world is still slightly spinning. I thought it would have stopped by now. I guess not. I look out the window to find we're parked in front of a hotel. Its nothing fancy like where Mason lives-

Why am I even thinking about him at all. I'm here with...Dylan. He deserves all of my attention. He's been nothing but nice to me all night. I think I may have told him some things about me. He deserves to know. He's a nice guy. He's been nothing but nice to me all night.

I hear a door slam. Seconds later mine's opens up. "You're not falling asleep on me now, are you?"

"No. The night is still young."

"Well alright. Let's get you to my room. I've got enough energy to last me the whole night."

"Me too...you aren't as fancy as my boyfriend. He lives in an expensive hotel. Top floor."

"Wow. He sounds interesting. But, I'm not here to talk about him tonight. Actually, I'm hopping we can do less talking."

I burst into a fit of laughter. Dylan is so funny. "How are you suppose to get to know me if we don't talk?" He's so confused. He's not very bright. I hope someone doesn't take advantage of him. He's sweet. Unlike me. I have way too many skeletons in my closet. I wonder if somehow, somewhere, there was an actual closet with skeletons in it. One for every secret. Who would have time to do all that?

Dylan is silent as he leads me up to his room. The crapy elevator music is the only thing filling the silence. He doesn't want to talk to me right now. I don't want to talk to him either. A tingling sensation forms in the pit of my stomach when he rest his hand on the small of my back. I don't think about it a second longer. I turn around and crash my lips against his. The kiss is rough and needy, nothing like I'm use to. I only ever kissed one guy. He pulls me closer to him. I feel him pressed against my stomach.

Ding!

We get out of the elevator and stumble down the hallway. We don't break apart for one second. He pulls his keycard out of his pocket and somehow gets the door unlocked. We rush in and he kicks it shut. I pull his shirt over his head. He does the same for me, my dress I mean. We find the bed. I climb up on it and lay down.

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I open my eyes only to slam them shut. My head is pounding like crazy. The light shinning through the window makes it harder for me to go back to sleep. I feel horrible. I'm never drinking that much again. That reminds me too much of Gabriel. I can't end up like him.

"Good morning beautiful."

My heart nearly jumps out of my chest. Despite the hammer pounding in my head, I snap my head up. I scan the room only to realise it's definitely not the room I picked out at the cabin. Oh my gosh. I can't believe this. I'm in another guy's hotel room. I have a boyfriend. I feel something rushing up my throat and I immediately take off towards the bathroom. I barely have time to lift the seat up before I start emptying the contents of my stomach. I feel horrible. And I'm not just talking about this hangover.

The guy comes in the bathroom and holds my hair back. I wish I had the strength to push him away. After I've emptied out all the contents of my stomach I sit on the floor with my back pushed against the wall. I wish I could go back to sleep and not have to feel this awful. If this is what it's like after a night of pushing down your feelings and forgetting all your worries, becoming someone else, I don't understand how Gabriel can drink all the time. Yeah It was nice to escape but it doesn't seem all too worth it now.

I barely remember last night. I sort of remember dancing with this guy...Dylan, I think his name is. Then again, I wasn't even sure last night. He comes back with a toothbrush and mouthwash. I grab the toothpaste on the sink and squirt some on my toothbrush. After I finish my mouth routine I sip some water from the bottle Dylan gave me.

"Looks like someone partied a little too hard last night," He says, his accent loud and clear. He's a handsome guy; rough olive skin, tall, mature with thin pink lips and shaggy blonde hair, and muscles, musceles everywhere.

I can't believe I could do this to Mason. If he was to find out He would kill me, literly.