Try Me (Drunk In Love #1)

Chapter Eight

I need to get away from him, fast. Before I do anything stupid. I drink the last of my whiskey and get up. As I pass him, he catch my elbow making me stop.

"Let me go." My words slur.

"Where are you going?" He asks, his eyes looking me up and down as if he is seeing me for the first time.

"I need to breath." I say and free myself from him, heading straight for the exit.

I step onto the entryway, the gravel beneath me crunching as I walk further away from the pulsing music.

I find a half brick wall and decide to rest. The memory of Ty suddenly agonise me. I pull out my phone and in my drunken state, dial his number. He picks up on the third ring.

"Hello?" His voice comes raspy through the speaker.

"Ty." My voice is barely a whisper.

"Kiara.." He sights.

"Why?"

"What?" He asks.

"Why? Why did you?" My voice rises with each word.

"Why did I what? Kia are you okay?"

"Why did you do this?!" I feel anger consuming me.

"Kia are you drunk?" He might have catched on my slurred words.

"I did everything! I fucking changed myself for you. And you, you fucked her behind me!"

"You know what? I hate you. I hate you, Tyrone Wilson!" I scream in the phone.

"Kia I--" I cut the call before I can hear anymore of his voice. The tears are flowing down from my eyes.

My heart aches for him. I miss him in everything I do, everything I think of. Did he had to do this? I have asked myself this question a million times in the past few days.

Leaning on the wall, I close my eyes. My head is swimming in the alcohol I have consumed. But its buzzing more in the feeling of kiss. That kiss, it made me forget Ty for a little while. Not even alcohol have done that for me.

It replays in my head, making my body heat up. The memory is so real that I can feel his heat on me. Wait. I open my eyes and find him standing right in front of me.

I back up and stumble behind me. He catches my arm to keep me from falling. When I look up to him, he is smiling. A small smile but a smile nevertheless.

"You are wasted." He states the obvious. I try to keep but burst out laughing. A while ago I was crying, now I'm laughing. Damn, am I wasted.
"Why are you crying?" He refers to my red and wet eyes.

He comes beside me and half sit on the wall like me. I am looking up at the sky so I can't see what his expression is.

"Tell me. Why are you crying?" He asks again.

I sigh and turn to look at him. He is looking up at the sky too, the moonlight bathing him in white glow. He turns his head and meet my gaze, I quickly look away.

"Nothing that should concern you." I say quietly.

I see him smirking in my peripheral vision. Maybe he did expected the same answer from me. For a moment he is silent. I can hear our breathings, his calm and mine erratic.

"The kiss." He suddenly breaks the silence, making me flinch.

"I thought it was the kiss. It made you cry." He looks at me.

"You're wrong." I say.

"I know. My kiss cannot be so bad that it will make you cry." He smirks.

"You're so full of yourself. Pretty complacent." I say displeasingly.

"Oh, I know. That's why I mentioned it in my song." He says.

"What song?" I look over at him. He is looking at me, smiling.

"You do know who I am. Don't you?" He asks.

"Yeah, I know. Abel something." Honestly I can't remember his name at all. He smiles widely at my reply.

"But you don't know who I really am?" He asks again. This is so confusing, what does he mean?

That damn smile hasn't left his face yet. It's like he is hiding a secret.

"What does that mean? I know you, I mean I know your name. Who else are you?" I ask.

"I'm the Starboy. Does that ring any bells?"

I rattle my brain for an answer to that. A memory tickles in my mind but I can't grasp it. I am so drunk that I can barely stand on my feet let alone think an answer for that question.

I shake my head no. He chuckles then moves closer to me. I can feel his hot breath on my skin and it gives me goosebumps. He leans right next to my ear and tell me the answer.

"I am, Abel Tesfaye. Also known as The Weeknd." Then moves back. Oh, now I get it! That's why he was so familiar when I saw him first.

Tabitha have all the cds of his mixtapes and albums. That is where I saw him.

"Oh. But The Weeknd have, like," I try to represent how his hair was.

"Palm tree? Pineapple head?" He says jokingly.

"Sorry. I just, I don't listen to him, you. My friend does. Last I know, you had weird dreads." I say guiltily.

"Yeah I get that a lot. I cut my hair off the same day I did the shoot for Starboy video." He explains.

I nod my head like I get what song he is talking about. Honestly I have only heard one song of him. I don't even know how many albums he have released till day.

"So you liked the kiss." He says it like he is stating a obvious fact. I roll my eyes and look up at the sky.

"Whats you problem?" He asks annoyingly.

"What?" I ask flabbergasted.

"I have been trying to give you a good time but all you have been doing is shooting me down. Girls don't come to these parties to just hang around. If I give them weed they give me what I need in return." He explains.

"So you mean I need to give you something in return for the blunt I smoked? You might have girls coming your way, but I am not them." I firmly state. This is out of line. He might be a celebrity but he can't force or use me in any way he wants.