Gabriel's P.O.V.
I woke up next to Kacey this morning, with a huge headache. I ran to the bathroom and threw up. I walked out and walked into the kitchen then my phone vibrated and I got a message from a girl I didn't know.
Unknown Number: Hola daddy listo para otra ronda ;) Who the hell is this?
Me:Lo siento no recuerdo nada I replied. Thats right I speak spanish. But seriously What happened last night?
-Flash Back of last night-
After I left a note to Kacey I heard a knock on the door. I grabbed my phone and headed towards the door. I looked through the peep hole and saw Swinton, Isiah and someone I didn't recognize.
"Uhh Swinton whose this" I asked confused
"You don't remember me Gabe, really, c'mon man have a good look at me" I looked at him real hard...and then it hit me
"Holy Shit, Gino" I realized who it was, it was my old friend from back when I was 3.
"Aye, man hows it been"
"Good and you'"we talked for about 3 minutes until we finally decided to head out.
"So where we going?"I asked
"To a party" Swinton said. Oh boy this was not going to be good......
Once we made it to the party everybody immediately split up. I went to get a drink and had to push past a few couples making out. Once I finally made it to the drinks I grabbed a beer and went back to the dance floor.
I was dancing fine until this girl started staring me funny then next thing I know she was grinding on me.
"Usted consiga una bebida" Was all she said and then I had 2 shots. Then we started dancing again, and she got me 2 more shots. I was tipsy before but now I'm officially drunk. Then next thing you know her grinding turned into a full on make out session.
"Eres un buen besador" she said while kissing me. wait what I'm I doing I like Kacey but the drunk side of me is taking the wheel. SHIT.
I finally pulled away , and heard her ask"Quieres pasar un buen rato?" she said while smirking. Fuck cant this girl take a hint.
"Sí, pero tengo que ir" then I ran out the door. Swinton didn't drink because Gabby didn't allow him too, and Isiah was just tipsy, and Gino.......was a mess. I was way too drunk to drive so Swinton dropped us all home.
-Flashback Over-
Ohh that explains a lot so its just a hangover. But what was I supposed to tell Kacey, actually she doesn't need to know I just won't tell her....that's all. I took an advil and then made some cereal, then saw a pissed looking Kacey glaring at me.
"Hey Kacey whats up" I said trying to act casual. I wonder whats wrong?
"Who is she" she said in a harsh tone
"Whose who?"
She pulled out her phone and showed me a picture of me kissing a girl who I'm assuming was the Spanish one. Then I saw it was Gino who posted it, with the caption Way to go man ;)
"Fuck, damnit Gino" I muttered to myself
"Ok about that--" she cut me off
"Did that night mean nothing to you, were all those things you said about me just to get under my skin and mess with my head?!!" she said practically shouting.
"No Kacey, listen to me...." I paused and took a breath hoping she'd hear me out "Swinton took all of us out and I ended up getting drunk ok, I swear thats all it was, ok it was an accident, accidents happe--"she cut me off again
"Bullshit Gabe, really that's your excuse accidents happen, how pathetic, and to think we actually had something" she said then stormed back upstairs and slammed her door.
And that's when I knew, there was only one thing left to do, to show her it was a mistake.....
*Foot Note(Spanish Translations)
Hola daddy listo para otra ronda - Hello daddy ready for another round
Lo siento no recuerdo nada - Sorry I do not remember anything
Usted consiga una bebida - You get a drink
Eres un buen besador - You're a good Kisser
Quieres pasar un buen rato - You like to have a good time
Sí, pero tengo que ir - Yes, but I have to go
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