The Matchmaker (On Hold)

12 {Tobin} 12

What the hell is wrong with me?

I cheated on my girlfriend. The realization hit me like a punch to the chest. I didn't think I was capable of such a betrayal yet here I am.

And the worst part was I liked the kiss. I enjoyed the kiss. A part of me wanted more.

I felt like a failure. All I wanted to do was leave and fall in a pit. I didn't want to face anyone. Especially knowing Alex was more loyal to Christen than I was. I couldn't leave. I couldn't abandon my sister. I was a terrible girlfriend, but I refused to be a terrible sister.

I couldn't get my legs to move me forward. The thought of facing Alex made me cringe. She still lingered on my lips. How could I love two girls at once? I didn't understand.

I needed a beer. I needed the feel of a bottle in my hand and liquid on my lips. Freaking Alex took my flask. Part of me feared she'd show the others. The other part didn't care. They all drank beer too. Without my flask, I had no alcohol on me. How could I get to some beer?

I fumbled to pull my phone from my pocket. I searched a cab number and called. I waited for one to pull up. When it parked up front, I opened the car door. Getting in the backseat, I told the driver an address.

He nodded and started the car. We pulled out of the hospital parking lot. I almost fell asleep. The low rumble of the car multiplied my exhaustion. I realized how tired I really was.

When he came to a stop, I paid him with the cash in my pocket. I jumped out of the car and walked up to the house. I knocked on the door, tapping my foot impatiently.

I was met with short dark hair. "Hey Rachael," I forced a smile.

She offered a sympathetic smile in return, obviously seeing through my facade. "Megan's upstairs."

"Thanks."

I climbed up the steps and followed the blasting music. I opened the door to see Megan rocking out to her own jam. She played a complicated riff on her electric guitar. As she reached the end of her song, she looked up. She stopped playing. "Heyo," she greeted, swinging the guitar over her head.

I dropped into a chair by the door. "Hit me up," I groaned.

She shook her head with a laugh. "I'm great. How are you?"

"Sorry," I apologized. "I'm just . . ." I couldn't find the words. How do you put abandoning your sister, cheating on your girlfriend, finding out your dead sister isn't so dead, and liking a forbidden kiss into one feeling.

She went to her window where a bench was. She lifted the seat and pulled a beer out. "I'm only teasing. Things have been crazy." She tossed the beer to me.

"You can say that again," I muttered. I opened the bottle against the table and took a sip. And then another. And another.

Pinoe watched me with wide eyes. "Slow down, Sonic. The beer isn't gonna run."

I took another long sip, finishing the bottle. "I'll pay you back," I said, getting up to grab another.

I could feel her unease. "Don't worry about it. Just don't drink too much. For your sake," she said.

I nodded and listened as she delved into a calmer set of notes. She was an amazing guitarist. She taught Arry how to play.

I cracked open another beer and settled on the bench. "You wanna talk about it?" The blond asked.

I shook my head. Changing the topic, I commented, "Surprised Syd's not here."