Defend Me

Chapter 11: The Decision

Krissy's Point of View
A warm cup of coffee in my hands and Gracie in my lap, I felt my hangover start to disintegrate. I wasn't sure how much I drink or anything that I did. All I know is that I am never drinking again.

I felt horrible, not only for being totally wasted last night, but because of everything that happened with Blake. Memories of us dancing and enjoying being in each other's arms. I hate that I never wanted to leave him.

The girls had taken me to a club. What else was expected with those two. They always want to be out dancing and drinking. It's a blessing and a curse. So, we got to the club. Shots all around and soon we were tipsy. Some guy came over and bought us another round. I mean we weren't going to say no to free drinks. Before we knew it, I was dancing with this neanderthal. In that moment, I didn't care that this guy was practically groping me and trying to get me into bed. I was drunk and having the time of my life. Then, Blake showed up.

I didn't know what to say or do, especially because my brain was currently off. All I did was throw my arms around him and enjoy the night. It definitely was never going to happen again. Then, we began to get cosy. It suddenly felt like we were back to being eighteen year olds in love. One side of my brain was telling me to stop while the other half was telling me to enjoy it. So, I chose the latter.

Choosing the latter also got me to say things I shouldn't have. I shouldn't have told Blake that I still cared about him. Yes, I care about the boy. He was my first love and he's my best friend's brother, but he must be thinking that I still love him. I don't. I can't love Blake.

I just kept on dancing with him. I was having fun and I didn't have a care in the world. Then, the idiot ruined the night. He asked if he could take me home. My brain quickly registered where I was and who I was with. I mentioned Daniel and that got him to shut up. Next thing I knew, I was in a taxi with Morgan and Daniel. I never felt so relieved in my life. I didn't want to lead him on, yet I felt like I did. I'm a horrible person.

"You are not a horrible person." I heard someone's voice travel through the room. I looked up from my now cold coffee.

"Good morning M." I said. I set the mug on the coffee table before giving her my undivided attention.

"Kris, we need to talk about last night." She said sitting down on the other side of the couch. I turned my body to her, sighing. "I swear I hadn't seen you so carefree in years. It's him K. It's always going to be him."

"No M. It was the alcohol. Come on. When was the last time we got flat out drunk? In high school. Memories just came back. That's all it was, memories." I told her. She shook her head. I stared at her, waiting for her argument.

"Kris, just admit that you still have feelings for Blake." She stated. I let out a laugh.

"I love Daniel M. I am in love with him. There's no Blake in the picture. All he is ever going to be is my high school sweetheart and best friend's brother. Oh, and an idiot football player who needs my legal advice." I told her. She frowned.

"So then you are just going to ignore the fact that he told you he loved you? For like the fifth time in the last few months?" She asked. I shrugged. I didn't know what she wanted me to say. I love Daniel. I always have and I always will. "Fine, K. At least think about Blake's words. He apologized for doing who knows what and wants a second chance. You deserve a happy ending."

"Morgan." I groaned. "I am happy. Daniel makes me happy. He's sweet, caring, respectful, kind, attentive, hard-working, and damn hot. I don't need anyone else but him." I reminded her. She sighed.

"Fine K. Don't regret this." She said standing up. She walked towards her room, turning around. "Now get up. We're going shopping."

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