Fix You.

[5]

I had pounding headache. I looked over at the man I was sleeping with, and it was the man that was sexually harassing Cierra. God, my drunk self has no taste. I looked around at my surroundings. I was in my apartment. Shit. I hope Dally didn't hear me. I'm not quiet when I'm drunk. I kicked the guy in the ass.

"Hey. What ever your name is. Get out of my bed. And my apartment." I said.

He rolled over and tried to kiss me.

"Ew! God, stop it! Your morning breath is horrible!" I said, pushing him off.

I stood up next to my bed and started hitting him.

"GET. OUT. OF. MY. APARTMENT!" I screamed.

"Okay lady! I'm leaving. By the way, what's your name?" he asked.

"Leave!" I yelled.

He put on his clothes and headed out the door.

"Oh, by the way, I left my number by the- " I slammed the door. Ugh. I hate drunk one night stands.

I looked at the clock. 2:30 pm. Oh shit! I'm supposed to be at work right now. I checked myself in the mirror.

Oh god. My hair was flattened on one side of my head, my heavy eye makeup had run down my face, causing me to look like a raccoon. I brushed my hair and put it in a ponytail, took a wash cloth and rubbed under my eyes, found my uniform, and sprinted out the door. I ran to the parking lot, and realized I had no car. I didn't have any time to call Steve or Soda, so I had no choice but to ask Dally. I ran up to his door and banged on it.

"Dallas! It's Heather! I need a ride to work!" I yelled.

He opened the door.

"You look pretty sexy. All that black shit around your eyes really makes you look sophisticated. A sophisticated raccoon."

"Save it, dickface." I said.

"Okay, God. When do you get your car back? I'm tired of driving you everywhere. " he answered.

"I don't fuckin' know! Just drive me, asshole!" I yelled.

"Jesus Christ." he said, grabbed his keys, pushed past me and headed to the car.

I sat down and buckled my seatbelt as he drove off.

"Aren't you gonna put on your seatbelt on?" I asked.

"No. If I get in a wreck and fly through the windshield, so be it. Did you have fun last night?" he asked, nonchalantly.

I was speechless. I finally realized he asked me a question.

"Uh, I-I guess." I said. Wait, what?

"It sounded like you did." He said, chuckling.
Oh shit. He heard.

"Um, yeah I was drunk, so. I didn't see you at the party. " I said.

"Yeah, I stayed a couple hours and left. It wasn't that great." he said, turning into The Dingo driveway.

"Yeah, I thought it was great. Hey, when you pick me up from work, you wanna go get a beer?" I asked. It was worth a shot. The worst he could say is no.

"Uh, yeah. I guess." he said.

"Bye." I said, as I slammed the car door. I walked into The Dingo smiling.