Different

Chapter Five

I walk into the house and immediately plop myself down on the couch. I don’t know why, but that guy is literally the only thing going through my mind right now. The way he looks, the way he sounds, the way his girlfriend pretty much cussed me out this morning.

Wait, his girlfriend. Damn. I made out with a guy who has a girlfriend. 

I turn on the television to try and get my mind of my stupidity. Thankfully, Macy actually was able to pay the cable bill this month, so I will at least be able to watch it for now.

I feel like I flip through every channel at least three times, yet there is nothing that catches my attention. I hate when this happens. I guess should just try and take the time to close my eyes for a little to regain the sleep I lost this morning.

As soon as I shut my eyes, I begin to see it again, the picture. I was literally straddling him between my legs with my finger tangled in his hair. I mean he seemed to be enjoying it...ha how could he not? I'm definitely a good...whoa nevermind. Too much information. 

I just don't understand how he could do this to his girlfriend? Okay, I understand he was wasted, like he said, but it isn't like we knew each other or was talking at any point that night for him to just randomly make out with me. I know for a fact I am not the slutty type of drunk anyways, more like the giggly one, so it wasn't me who started it. 

I just hope his girlfriend doesn't try to call me again. I do not even have anything in mind as to what I would say to her to try and explain myself. 'Oops I may have made out with your boyfriend, but hey it wasn't my fault!'...? I highly doubt that is what she would want to hear. This is all just too much for me. Where is that damn drink?

“Hey, Rach?” I hear Macy’s voice come from behind me in her kitchen.

“Yes?” I answer her.

“You don’t have any plans tonight right?” I hate how she always assumes I will be home doing nothing.

“Not that I know of.” I also hate how she knows me like the back of her hand.

“Good ‘cause you and I are going out!” She squeals with excitement. “I'm talking to the guy I met today, remember...at the phone place? He asked me if I would like to join him and go to this new bar down the street. I obviously said yes because who could give up free booze and a cute guy?”

I just roll my eyes at everything coming out of her mouth, without even thinking about it. All I hear is cute guy...blah, blah blah...going out...blah, blah...I'm a slut...blah. This girl just needs to make sure she doesn't drag that guy along for the ride of his life. The word that does catch my attention though is 'bar.'

“You do realize I’m only twenty, meaning I can’t legally drink. Also, as fun as third wheelin’ it sounds, I think I’ll pass.” I sigh at how lame my life is right now. I'm in college and don't have a single plan for a Saturday night.

“He said he’ll bring someone to keep you company, and have you seen how big your boobs are? Trust me; you’ll be able to drink tonight!” Her comment almost seems like a compliment, so I’ll take it as one.

“I mean…” I pause as she is giving me her version of the puppy dog eyes. “I guess I will.”

I don’t really want to agree to these plans, but what do I have to lose? I came here to have fun, and fun is what I’ll have. Wow, that sounded really stupid.

"Yeay!' She claps her hands together due to the fact she is practically an expert at convincing me. That's how I ended up at that stupid party last night.

"This just better end up well, or I will not be happy! I much rather be staying home tonight, watching some sort of movie."

Macy puts on a fake frown and pretends to feel sorry for me. I don't blame her though because I would feel sorry for me too considering I'm practically a nerd who stays home way more than I would like to admit. 

"Oh Rachel, I love you." She comes over to me and pats the top of my head as if I'm a dog. I just ignore it and move on.

"Love you too...' I say under my breath. "So do you know what bar we are going to?" 

"Uhh I think it is called Big Richard's, but I am not intirely sure. Kyle said they just opened, and he wants to go because his friend is deperate for a night out."

Great, the guy I'm being set up with is just as much as a loner as I am. We sound like a perfect couple already.

"Do you even have any real interest in this Kyle guy, or..." I begin to question her, but she cuts me off.

"I do...at least I think I do. I feel different about this one," she says with a smile. I think what she means by different is that he has a different color hair than the usual guy she tries to pick up. I just keep that comment to myself though.

"Sure you do," I mumble quietly, so she doesn't hear me. Who knows? She might actually like this guy, and he could be the one...or not.