Alexandria's Superman

(twenty-two) sad song

(Liam's POV)

It's been three painful days since Ali found out about my one night stand with Michelle.

I haven't felt this level of sorrow and regret since my brother died.

I hurt her, the one person who has never failed to put me in a good mood and put a smile on my face. The one person I actually cared for in more of a sibling type of way. The one person who genuinely cared about me.

There was nothing more that I wanted than to sit in my bed all day, instead of seeing the light of day, but I'm 25 years old and have bills to pay and work to attend.

Attending work doesn't mean I enjoy it in the slightest.

My bitch-ass attitude definitely takes a sharp cut into my tips from unpleased costumers.

I've been an all around shit show since Ali basically broke up with me. She didn't say the words, but I'm not an idiot. I can identify a breakup when I hear or see one. Being caught in the act of admitting that I slept with her friend was pretty much asking for a breakup.

All day, I have been an asshole to costumers, Taylor, Wes, Artie... anyone else I happen to be associated with.

I'm taking my anger that I feel toward myself for making that stupid impulsive decision to sleep with Michelle and putting it toward my friends, who don't deserve it.

But they don't yell at me when I'm inexcusably rude to them. They accept it because they know how torn up I am about everything that happened.

Artie got tired of me pissing off costumers and put me on counter cleaning duty. It's not even a real thing here, one of us usually just does it when we walk by, but I didn't argue with him.

"Liam." I stopped short in my process of wiping down a vacant booth as I turned around to come eye-to-eye with Michelle.

Her once blue eyes were now blood shot and the dark bags under her eyes confirmed that it was from lack of sleep. Her hair was in a tangled ponytail, looking like a brush hadn't been ran through it in days.

She resembled a train wreck.

Her eyes welled with tears when she saw me.

I wanted to be mad at her and despise her because if I had never met her, neither of us would be in this situation. But I couldn't blame her. It wasn't her fault.

I briefly made eye contact with Taylor to telepathically inform him I was taking a break to talk to Michelle.

When I looked back at Michelle, she had fresh tears falling down her face. I motioned her to follow me out the door she had just come through.
We took a seat outside of Dooley's on the curb of the sidewalk, sitting in completely silence beside one another.

Who would speak first? What exactly was there to say?

"I feel terrible, Liam." Michelle's voice cracked. She stared down at a rock that she moved around with her converse shoe. "I've known Lexi since I was 8 years old. I can't lose her now because one stupid one night stand."

"I never meant to hurt her," I frowned. "I wouldn't have slept with you if I knew you were associated with Ali."

After seeing Ali's hurt expression when I told her to leave Dooley's that one night a little over a month ago, I never wanted her to hurt ever again, and I sure as hell never wanted to be the one to cause her pain. But I did.

I wish I didn't, but I did.

"We need to fix this. We need to explain ourselves." Michelle wiped her eyes clean of her tears, the only evidence that she was crying was her puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks.