It's Over, Isn't It?

Part 2

     I drove home as it started to rain heavily. Even though I was going home I had the intention of getting drunk. I stopped by the liquor store on the way home. I ran in and got a few bottles of wine, a couple bottles of vodka, and another bottle of whiskey for the next few days. I continued on my way home as I got a text. I knew better than to text and drive so I waited to get home before I looked at my phone. At first, I thought it was going to be Rose asking what we were going to do tomorrow. The name that popped up on my screen was not Rose but Emily. A girl that joined me in a lot of wild sex-filled nights.

Hey, you mind if I come over tonight? ;)

     I studied the text for a minute, uncertain. I bit my lip, trying to think of what to say. The text she sent was so blunt and upfront.

I don't mind.

     I didn't know what else to text really. There's a lot of things that I didn't know. Such as, I didn't know whether she thought I was playing hard to get, she thought I had feelings for her, or if she had feelings for me. Well since she's coming over it seems like I picked the perfect time to get drunk. She'll help me get my mind off Rose.

     I popped open a bottle of wine and got two glasses ready. I heard someone knock on the door. I casually checked to see if I was okay in the mirror by the door, fixing a fly-away hair. I opened the door to see Emily standing there. Emily was a short, curvy brunette with hazel eyes. I welcomed her in and offered her a glass of wine which she took. She had a sly look in her eyes as I sipped on my wine. She always intimidated me but I still got out on top. We both sat down on my couch in my apartment as we talked and touched each other in random places. After a few glasses of wine, I set my empty glass down kissing her. It wasn't loving. It was just a drunken kiss to get me off. She wasn't Rose, and she'll never be like Rose. It started getting more heated as we groped each other. My body was heavy as our clothes started ending up on the floor. After all that it was a blur really. 

     I woke up in my bed, confused. Emily was still asleep on my bed. I stared at her naked body. I got out of my bed checking my phone to see texts and missed calls from Rose. I read through the texts. The first few texts were casual and were telling me where to meet her. I realized now why she was so frantic. I was late. REALLY late. I got ready quickly. I shook Emily awake. She smiled at me, probably expecting me to say something romantic but I could care less. "Please leave. I gotta go." Her smile disappeared as quickly as the words left my mouth. She glared at me as she got out of the bed and put on her clothes. "What for?" She said coldly. "I have to meet Rose. She wanted to hang out." I said, trying to get her to hurry up. She glared at me. "Oh, of course, your precious Rose. She doesn't give a shit about you. If she did, she would be here instead of me. She also would be marrying you instead of what's-his-name." She said angrily, pushing past me, and slamming the door behind her. Those words hit me hard. I drank the rest of the wine in the bottle before getting in my car to meet Rose.

     I pulled into the parking lot of Rose's favorite coffee shop. Everything was still a little hazy but I still had clear thinking, somewhat anyway. I walked into the shop with the deep aroma of coffee beans entering my nose. I noticed Rose at a table for two, looking absolutely pissed. I cautiously sat down, waiting to get yelled at by another person. "You said we could hang out. And are you drunk?" She asked harshly, looking up at me. "I'm sorry I'm late. We can hang out now." I could see the hurt in her eyes. I knew I had let her down. Maybe that's why Rose doesn't love me like that. Maybe I'm just not good enough.