The Bucket List of Georgina Reed

Chapter 4 - Hangovers

The tears that I feared from falling started pouring down my cheeks. I don't know what I was feeling anymore. I felt like Drake crossed the line. I felt he wanted to get something in return. Sure he was drunk and all, but how could he take advantage of me? I just don't know how I feel for him at the moment.

It was already late and I was practically running to the streets outside the pavilion. I spotted the limo parked near the next block and I stopped when Stan saw me. I glanced at him, smiling briefly, and he quickly walked towards my direction. I held up my hand, knowing what he wants to offer me and I mouthed 'no'. I just don't want to breakdown right now, in the middle of the road.

"But—Miss Reed!" I heard him called out but I walked away.

I continued to walk, and walk until I reached the next block and I knew I was on the main road. I hailed a taxi and climbed in weakly.

Inside the cab, I started to sob again, not even managing to call Mom, Sam or Natalie. I just need to go home, curl up in my bed and sleep. Surely, sleep was not a possibility but, at least I would try.

When the cab reached my house, I gingerly step out and stride towards the front door. Shit! It's locked. I dug in my purse if I brought the keys with me. Fuck! Its not here. I don't want to cause a scene at midnight. I didn't mind calling her because knowing my mom doesn't answer calls, whoever it is, in the middle of the night even if it was her kids.

But I guess I don't have any choice. I rang the doorbell thrice, and my mom stands in the threshold, rubbing her eyes, holding the door open. She looks at me sleepily and I did not hesitate to hug her and weep on her shoulder, no matter how cheesy it looks like. She was surprised when I grabbed her.

"Whoa—Allie, honey, what's wrong? Where's Drake?" she hugged me tightly and I just continue to cry. Finally, when I calmed down, we walked into our living room and sat on the couch. She holds my hand and stare at my eyes worriedly.

"Where's Sam? Is she sleeping already?" I ask intriguingly. She's usually downstairs up to this hour.

"Apparently, she is. I don't know what made her sleep early. Probably the break-up." she answers dryly, still staring into my eyes.

"Oh good." I don't want her to catch me sobbing in front of our mother just because of a guy.

"Allison, what is the matter? What happened to your date with Drake?"

I breathed and answered, spilling the story. She just feels sorry for me and thinks that I should give Drake a chance to explain. I just don't feel like agreeing with her at the moment.

"Well sweetie, if you give him a chance, you would hear his side of the story. His reason why he did that to you. Do you feel like you've been betrayed by what he did?"

I don't know how to answer that. Betrayed? Did Drake really betray me? I don't think it went up to that point. I mean, yeah, he made a pass at me and I recoiled. But that's it.

"I don't think so. Betrayed is one big word to describe how I felt. I guess it wasn't like that. I just... I think he thought that I would respond on his action the way he acted on me."

"Well, I think Drake's a good guy. He just wants to express how he feels about you, but I guess, he expressed it in a bad way."

"But that's not what I expected from him! I thought he understood what I was dealing with myself." I stated sourly.

"Allie, I am sure that he knows that. It just happens that he let the alcohol take him up, don't you think?" she smirked at me.

"Yeah, that's true." I smiled at her genuinely. "But do you think I overreacted by the way things happened?" I think bitterly.