The Mistake [Norman Reedus] Book One {{COMPLETED}}

Chapter 9

"Grace!  Wait!" Norman called after me.  

I knew now that he's sure as crap, not drunk.

"Shut up." I yelled back flatly.

"Grace!  I can explain, just, just let me, I mean, she wasn't," He struggled.  Norman grunted at his messing up of words and stopped running after me to figure out how to fix this.  He stood there, anxious, his hands locked together on his head as he walked back and forth, brushing his hands over his hair.  

I had pushed through the crowd left in the buffet room, and felt as if my heart has dropped to my feet and rolled out onto the floor.  He's so cold.

I kept walking, but after a moment, realized I was being just as cold.  I needed to give him at least a chance to explain himself.  

I slowed my steps, and Norman was crouched down in complete nervousness.  He was squatting, his head hung, and both of his hands still connected on top of his head.

"Look, I'll give you a second.  What were you thinking." I walked up to him and his blue eyes peered up at me.  They were full of sorrow and I could tell he knew he messed up. 

I looked around, and realized he had chased me outside.  We were standing (He was sitting) in the middle of the yellow-tinted parking lot, cold and sad.

"You knew I was drunk, right?" He began.

"Don't try and blame it on the alcohol. I know you were drunk, but you can't recover that quickly.  You can't be drunk one minute, open your eyes, then be normal again." I exclaimed.  

"I know, I know, I just.  She was drunk too and when I walked out of the bathroom, she just-" His pleading voice was interrupted by a lady's voice from behind.  Norman stood up and turned his head.  

It was the girl that he was kissing.  

"Look, I know you're upset!  I messed up, I'm sorry.  He came out of the bathroom, and I was still foggy from alcohol.  I've always liked him as an actor, and I don't know what I was thinking.  I forced him to it!  I'm so sorry!" She left without another word, and Norman turned his head back, looking at his hands that held a small twig he was fiddling with.  

I was speechless.  "I, I'm sorry." I stuttered, completely embarrassed.

He didn't move his head; Just blinked after locking his gaze with mine.  

"I'm sorry." He said, dropping the twig and slipping his hands in his pockets.  

We were outside still, and it was dark and freezing.  My breathe heaved puffs of steam through the air and I was about to start shivering.  

"We both messed up." He confessed apologetically.  I nodded and tucked my hands in my sweatshirt.  

The silence began.  But I didn't want it too.  The silence always ended with a kiss, and right now, I just didn't feel like it was appropriate. 

"You cold?" He asks.  I'm relieved there's no romance yet, "It's freezing." I respond.

He continued with pulling me into a warming hug.  I didn't feel right hugging him now so I stood there, drooping my arms as I buried my face into his chest, hiding from the crisp air.  

And there's the romance.  I guess we just couldn't get away from it.  Maybe this isn't romance; simply a sign of caring and apology.  I thought. 

"We should get home." He suggested as we pulled away from each other and started walking to his bike.  

"Sean texted me and said he's picking your bike up.  And don't even ask how he got the engine started, 'cause I have no idea.  He's Sean." He chuckled.