A Perfect Mess

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I was crazy.

That's what I concluded from what happened to me so far.

Thinking that Philip or Lucas was with me, but no. I'm just imagining things.

A hallucination.

I needed to stop taking those meds. It was obvious that, that was the cause of my deliriousness and it wasn't healthy for me.

But if Lucas was just a part of my silly imagination, why am I missing him so much?

"Still thinking about your dream?" Tori asked, as she poured another drink on my glass.

I told her it was a dream just to not make her suspicious of me.

"It's more of a nightmare," I answered, downing a shot.

She sat beside me and drank on her glass. "Yikes. But you kept asking for Lucas. What does he looked like?"

"Like Philip. I guess it was because I'm missing him so much. Maybe that's why he showd up on my dream," I told her and she nodded as she drank hers then answered, "I miss him too." It was more of a whisper but I chose to ignore what she meant by that.

I kept on thinking about Lucas. It's been days and it's freaking me out because I've never thought of a guy more than a minute, except Philip. But Lucas. I just kept wondering if ever he was real. Because it seemed so real.

It was sunday and the bar was going to be full. Tori and I took orders and cleaned the tables. A group of men chuckled and winked at me after I took their order.

Gross.

After one of them smacked my butt, the british looking guy, I heard him said that he's 'loving the blowjob he gave his professor, Mr. Bates.' His companion frowned and moved away from him. I felt pity, but wanted to laugh at the same time. Was he too drunk to tell his secrets? I don't know. A smile formed on my lips.

Ha, take that karma.

I brought them their drinks and noticed that the british guy wasn't there anymore. I sighed in relief.

I went back to the bar and Peter gave me a vodka. "Thanks," I muttered and he gave me a thumbs-up as he served the others.

"Hey!" Tori said from beside me. "Look at that hottie." She pointed her head towards a table where a man was sitting alone. He was blonde-haired and Tori's right. He was hot. But I didn't give a damn but attend to other customers.

"I asked him what he wants but he didn't say anything. Might be gay." Tori grunted as she carried a tray and put it back on the counter. She crossed her arms on her chest then stared at him.

He was just sitting there, staring at nothing. But when his eyes met mine, I finched and had to look away.

Why did every man who ever looked my way made me nervous?

"Hey, Emma?" Tori asked in a singsong voice.

"What?"

"Why don't you go there and ask him again?" she said and I roll my eyes at her.

My feet walked on the tiled floor and I looked at him. "Can I get your order, Sir?"

He watches me as I fidgeted my fingers with the pen I was holding.

He smiled then answered, "Just whiskey. Make it five."

"Okay," I answered and looked at him curiously. I'd never seen him before but he looked at me with that smile and I felt something familiar. Like something clicked in my head and something pulled a knot in my stomach.