Stuck with a Punk ✔

No.4: Drunk

A/N: If words are written wrong by the end of this chapter, know that I wrote them wrong on purpose, no need to correct me. 

"Austin, do you think I'm old?"

Austin is stopped in his tracks, he is just leaving my office. "Old? Why do you ask that?"

I lean back against my seat. Ever since that Becca-girl said it to me in the bar I've been trying to explain why did she say it at all. "I'm curious."

"I wouldn't say so, but you are soon to be over thirty years old," Austin says and shrugs in the process. I don't know should I be insulted or honoured.

"But... I am looking good given my age, right?" I carefully ask, hoping I'll hear what I needed to hear whole night.

Austin checks me out. I am used to people checking me out, but girls usually do that. Now, that Austin is doing it... It's just wrong. No homo, bro. "I'd say so, yeah." He soon chuckles "Are you entering the scary age, Nate?"

I lift a brow, not understanding shit he just asked me "What's a scary age?"

"Point in life when you realise you're getting old. I'm surprised you've never heard of it." I think the last sentence he says more to himself than anything else.

I cringe my face at him "Why?"

Austin shrugs, gathering unused papers together and sorting them into a cute pile "We all enter scary age at least once in a lifetime. I've been there too, why wouldn't you?"

"Because I am great! I don't even want to change anything in my life!" I answer his question, even though it was of rhetoric nature.

"Then why are you asking me about this?" He rolls his eyes and stabs his look at me. Woah, chill, Austin. Though, he has a point.

I clasp my hands together "Yesterday there was this chick at the club. I thought we'd go home and have sex, I mean, that's why people come to the club, but she said that I am too old for her." I look up at him in distress "Can you imagine? I mean, have you seen me? Puh-lease!" I laugh a little, turning my eyes to the computer and refresh the e-mail page. If one of those cocksuckers' e-mail shows up, I will reply them to fuck off.

"Maybe you just weren't her type? Cause, let's be honest, you're not exactly 20 years old." He says and leaves a pile of papers on the edge of my desk.

I furrow my brows, I am confused and I'm giving him a chance to correct his statement "I thought you said I'm not old."

I hear his loud sigh and remind myself maybe I should stop pestering him about it. But hey, we're each other's wingmen, he should show some support "I said, you look good for your age." He's at the door, all ready to leave "I don't know, maybe you should stop being Casanova and... Be more of boyfriend or husband eventually."

His first remark buried me in my seat, but the second one catapults me from it like I were a rocket. I jump over my desk, sliding phone and bunch of papers down from it in the process and I block Austin's way out "Wait! What did you say?"

He peers at me like I were some freak or an idiot "What?"

"Did you say boyfriend, or what's worse, a husband?" I repeat his words, walking closer to him, as he instinctively walks back to move out of my way "Patty talked to you."

"No, she didn't."

"She told you about the one-of-many fights we had last night."

"No, Nate."

"She asked you to try and put pressure on me."

"Oh, for fuck's sake, no! I haven't talked to her since yesterday when I told her and Daniel about your promotion!" He emerges and I immediately shut up, though I still don't believe him completely. "Have you maybe ever thought about what your life is going to be later on? 'Cause I have and I just found... nothing. Maybe a good pension, who knows. And it scares me, Nate. You should be scared too."