Dude: You're a Girl

Chapter XII

-Isabella-

After the argument with David, I went to the back of the house, trying my best to avoid everyone as possible. I was sitting at the kitchen table and that's what I did for an hour, I sat there contemplating life and how pathetic I had become for one stupid crush.

Was I being selfish? Yes. I didn't even give the poor guy a chance to say anything. I wasn't his girlfriend so I shouldn't be jealous about some girl he probably had a thing for but how can I possibly stop feeling this way? I've only really fallen in love once and that didn't go well either. I just want to beat my head with a stick right now. Maybe that will get my line of thoughts in the right direction.

I was extremely frustrated if it wasn't already obvious. Does he really not know that I like him or is he just being plainly rude? I propped the side of my head on the palm of my hand which I had on top of the kitchen counter and swirled my index finger of my free hand around the rim of a cup filled surely with alcohol.

Fuck it.

I mentally said as I gave into the temptation of the alcohol. If it would give me an escape from these thoughts then why not.

But here's the thing, alcohol doesnt have an effect on me, you see. It gets me tipsy but not to the point that I'm not aware of what I'm doing. There are exceptions but classic beer and some types of vodka are just like an energy drink on a Sunday morning.

People walked in and out of the room every minute but no one had stopped to ask about the sad girl drinking possibly everything on the table. So at that point, you could say I was pretty emotionally vulnerable.

"Hey."

I turned my head slightly to the person who had taken the seat beside me. It was Curt.

"Hey." I repeated, drooping my head lower into the palm of my hand.

"The guy earlier. Is he your boyfriend?" He asked taking a swig of his own drink that he had brought to the table.

"No, he's not." I sadly replied.

"It looked like it." He scratched the stubbles on his face as he took another sip of his drink. To be honest, Curt didn't look too bad. He was a big boy, a gym rat probably. He had a squarish face but it suited him very well. "I'm not complaining. Anyways, you look really good tonight."

"Thanks." I said before an awkward silence filled only our vicinity as the room was actually occupied by other noisy teenagers. I really didn't have anything left to say but I knew that he wasn't going to leave me be for the rest of the night.

After a few minutes of him drinking more of his beer, he finally spoke up. This time he moved closer to me, he put his lips so close to my ear that I could feel the roughness of his breath and I could smell the pungent stench of alcohol. "I've not stopped thinking about how fucking hot you look since the start of the night."

I looked at the tiles on the walls blankly, unfazed by his demeaning compliment.

"Let's get out of here."

At first I was going to decline. I didn't want to be around him let alone have sex with him but at that moment I was already too confused. In my mind I knew one thing for sure, it would help me stop thinking about him.

I sluggishly spun the bar stool till it faced him and nodded my head but I kept an expressionless face. I didn't want it to seem that I competely obliged to his invitation. It contrasted astronomically with the look of success on his.

I really am a mess. I had let myself become devoured in a love which was unrequited and now in order to swim free of it, I let myself become a cheap plastic trophy for a guy who wants me nothing but for pleasure.