somebody to you || m.c

Chapter 24

I watched her drive away. I fucking watched her go and I didn't try and go after her. I knew it would be no use, I knew I had fucked up too badly this time. I don't deserve her, I don't deserve anything.

I took another swig of the vodka sitting in my hand, before settling it back down on the cold, bathroom floor. She's gone, my person, the only fucking person in my entire life who has been nothing but good to me is gone. Just like that. I am not going to lie to myself, I was bored. I was bored with our relationship, and Amy texted me, so I replied. I've been talking to her. I'm not in any kind of relationship with her, but I know it was wrong. The hurt on Georgia' s face keeps flashing through my mind, the tears that I caused her to shed, the way she still said that she loved me, even when I fucked up. I fucking ruined her, she was so happy and full of life, and just because I was bored, I dragged her down to my level. She kept trying, I don't understand why she kept fucking trying to get me to talk to her, when I was being an asshole.

I was stirred out of my thoughts by my phone buzzing in my pocket. It startles me so much I almost knock the vodka bottle over, but I quickly catch it and rip my phone out of my pocket. My heart sinks when I see it isn't Georgia, but why would she call me? After I realise I've drifted off again, I quickly answer the phone, because it was probably a ring away from going to my voicemail.

"Hello?" I say into the phone, my voice cracking.

"Hey, Mike. Where the fuck are you?" Calum asks, sounding relieved to hear my voice.

"I'm at the 7/11 down the road. I fucked up, Cal. I really fucked up," I say, beginning to cry into the phone. I'm never one to show my emotions, let alone cry, so I'm guessing this really worried Calum.

"I'm on my way, mate. Are you just sitting outside or-"

"I'm in the bathroom," I say, wiping under my eyes.

"Okay," He says, hanging up immediately. I settle my phone on the ground, next to my vodka that I had just bought and managed to drink half of. I stare at the wall for what seems like hours, waiting for Calum. I don't know what else to do, except stare at the wall. My brain is screaming at me to call Georgia and say sorry as many times as I can, tell her that I love her, and that I'll do anything to make it up to her. But I know it will be no use. It's nothing she hasn't heard before.

"Michael?" I hear someone call, pushing the bathroom door open. My head darts towards the door, where Calum stood. I just give him a small nod, before turning back to the wall. It distracts me, I guess, from all my thoughts.

"Hey," He says, coming over and crouching down next to me. "I would sit on the floor but it looks dank," He stifles a laugh. "What happened?" He asks, trying to grab my attention. I know he knows what happened, he has been lecturing me all week about what a shitty boyfriend I've been by taking out my bad mood on Georgia. I wasn't fair to her, I'm so awful.

I take another swig of the vodka, looking up at Calum. "I am such a shitty person," I say so quietly, I'm surprised Calum heard me. I don't even know if he did, because all he did was wrap his arms around me. I silently cry into his chest, fisting his shirt in my hand.

"It's okay, Mike. You can work things out," Calum assures me, but he doesn't understand. I don't deserve another chance, I don't deserve to work things out. She's better off without me. I never understood why people don't like me, but now I do. It's because I'm an asshole. A burden on people. A waste of space.

"No, we can't. I've done this too many times. I can't keep hurting her. You know that saying, if you something you let it go or some shit? Maybe I should just let her go," I say, sniffling slightly. It hurts to think about not waking up next to Georgia, it hurts even more to think about someone else waking up next to her. I don't want to let her go, but maybe it will be what's best for her.

"I don't think she wants to let you go, Mike. Whatever it is you can sort it out."

"She broke up with me. Because I'm an asshole. She doesn't want me, or need me, for that matter. She'll find someone else, and I'll be alone. Forever," I say, laughing sarcastically. I think it was sarcastically, I don't really know. I'm a little drunk right now, but no where near as drunk as I want to be. I just want to forget.

"Come on, buddy," Calum says, grabbing my arm and dragging me out the door.

"Calllll," I whine. "I don't want to go. I want to stay here," I say, trying to crawl back into the men's bathroom.

"Come on Michael, you can get wasted in the comfort of your own apartment," Calum sighs, knowing exactly what my intentions are. I silently cheer, standing up and wrapping my arms around Calum's neck.

"Give me a cuddle, I want a cuddle," I say, tripping slightly as Calum continued to walk.

"Later, Mike. I'll give you a big cuddle later," Calum says, reaching our apartment. I love being within walking distance of 7/11. I love Georgia. I need more vodka.

"I'm almost out of vodka," I whine, lifting up the bottle and examining the small amount of liquid left in the bottle.

"We have alcohol," Calum reminds me, helping me up the stairs. The elevator is broken, because some idiot got drunk and decided it would be a good idea to set a firework off inside the elevator.

"Carry me, Calummm," I slur, trying to jump on Calum's back.

"We're nearly there, buddy," Calum says, holding my waist and guiding me into the apartment.

"Hey Michael. Are you alright?" Ashton asks, standing up and walking over to me.

"You're not Georgia," I giggle, touching Ashton's face. "Where's Georgia?" I ask, looking around the room. "Georgia!" I call, scanning the room for my girlfriend. Well, ex girlfriend. I need more alcohol.

"He didn't know where she is?" Luke asks, cocking an eyebrow at Calum.

"Nope. Her phone is turned off, as well, I tried to call it again. She turned it off. She probably got sick of everyone calling her I suppose," Calum says, watching me carefully. I'm known to get a bit out of hand when I drink, that's why I don't drink often.

"Where's Georgia?" I ask again, but this time I sound much more serious. Or at least I intended to sound a lot more serious. I know it came out slurred, but I think they got the message that I caught on to the fact that she's missing.

"We don't know, Mike," Luke sighs, running a frustrated hand through his hair.

"Do you know what happened?" Calum asks Luke, keeping his attention on me, making sure I don't try and do something stupid.

"Rachel said that she called her crying, and told her she had enough of everything. I don't know, Rachel was really upset and is out looking for her. George said something about driving into the ocean, I don't remember, something like that. So Rachel is going to drive along the waterfront looking for her. She said that's where she usually goes, some deserted place no one knows about. Someone took her there, she said it's her favourite place. Do you know what place she's talking about?"

"Nope, if I did I would be looking for her there," Calum shrugs.

"She's at the beach around the corner from Bondi. I took her there," I say, taking another swig of alcohol. "That was the place I told her I liked her and promised her I would make her see herself as beautiful, that turned out well, didn't it?" I laugh, tipping the last of the liquid into my mouth and smashing the bottle on the floor, cutting my hands.

"Fuck," I mutter, feeling the glass seep into my skin.

"Fuck, Michael!" Luke yells, running into the kitchen and getting a dust pan. He sweeps all the broken glass he can see up, grabbing me by the wrists and leading me over to the first aid kit. Nothing unusual. When I get drunk or really upset, let alone both at the same time, I'm known for smashing things. That was an accident, but I'm used to getting glass in my hands.

"Find Georgia," Luke instructs Calum, continuing to wipe up all the blood off my hands.

"I'll try," He huffs, running out the door.

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Such emotions im crying lol later skater