Falling - NOAH CENTINEO

ch. 27 | Tell Me Your Secrets

"Tell me your secrets." Rita said, tripping on her own feet, holding a half empty wine bottle.

"I literally just told you all of them like an hour ago."

"No, no, no." She said, sloppily. "How do you get all these guys to like you?" She said, taking a swig of the bottle.

I was piss sober and annoyed. Rita was over here getting trashed and I was officially over it. I feel horrible that she was in love with Mark while he was scouting me out, but getting blackout drunk was not the best coping mechanism.

"Rita..." I said, rubbing my forehead in annoyance.

"Blakey wakey, I just wanna know." She said, getting on her knees and crawling over to me. "Are you secretly like a freak in bed?" She stuttered.

"And I think you're done with that." I said, taking the bottle from her and placing it on my nightstand.

"Noooo, I was just getting started on that." She whined.

"You should probably get some sleep." I said.

"No, I wanna cry and talk all night because boys suck."

"No, Rita. We'll talk about this all when you're sober." I sighed, putting my hands on my hips.

"Blake, I don't want to be sober." She whined, tears welling in her eyes. "I just want boys to like me back."

"I know, but getting drunk isn't going to solve anything and it definitely isn't going to take any heartbreak away, okay?"

She sighed, sitting next to me on the bed and falling onto her back.

"I know why boys like you, B." She said. "You're just a lot prettier than I am, and you don't bullshit anything. You're so straight up but in the nicest way possible and I admire that about you." She said, staring at the ceiling.

"You're way prettier than me, first off, but thank you. Now lets go to bed." I said.

I helped Rita put on sweatpants and a tshirt and led her to my bed. I picked up my trashcan from my bathroom and placed it besides her head on the floor.

"If you feel like you're gonna throw up, the trash cans right here, okay Rita?" I asked, making sure that she knew it was there.

She nodded. Her eyes were half shut and she looked like a wrecked. I let out a deep sigh as I walked over to my desk, grabbing my phone.

Noah had texted, asking if I was awake still.

I smiled at the phone and dialed his number. I sat on my window seat, that looked out across the street to Noah's house.

He answered immediately. "Hey, B." He cooed.

"Hi Noah, whats up?" I asked, curling my knees into my chest.

"Well, Mark's pissed." He sighed.

"Shit." I mumbled, frowning.

"Yeah, I know. I tried to calm him down but he just kind of stormed out and hour ago."

I groaned. Now, because of our relationship, both of our friends were upset.

"I feel awful, Noah." I whispered, into the phone.

"Me too, Blake." He said.

"I told Rita everything, including the part about Mark liking me. Turns out shes in love with him." I whispered.

I looked over at Rita, peacfully sleeping on the bed.

"Wow, heavy shit."

"And when I told her, she downed half a bottle of wine."

"Jesus." He sighed. "She asleep?"

"Yea, I just got her to go to bed."

"Well you should get some sleep too. I'm getting a little tired myself." He yawned.

"Okay. Goodnight Noah." I smiled.

"Goodnight, B."

I set my phone down and crawled into bed next to Rita. I said a little prayer that she wouldn't puke on my while we were sleeping and I rested my head on the pillow, slowly drifting off to sleep.