Inebriated Love

The Apology

I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. So, you can obviously expect tons of grumpiness today. I took a bath and put on some checkered orange and yellow polo, a suspender, a pair of green denim pants, and my white high-cut Converse. I know, you don't have to tell me, I look good. I took one last glance in the mirror, smile at myself, before I head out to the girl's apartment. I didn't even bother to eat some breakfast. And as I stepped out of the door, I felt the cold morning breeze and sunshine touch my face. I inhaled some of it, and took my flight.

I really am decided to apologize to her, I mean, that is the right thing to do, right?

Yeah, it is. 

I went to her apartment and knocked on her door three times. The sound echoes, but there was no answer from her inside. "Uhm, is anybody in there?" I asked softly, but still, there was no reply. Well, I guess she's not here. I heave a sigh and head back out and was about to go home or go to Natt's house when I heard some shouting coming from the club. "You whore! You have been cheating with my husband!" I can hear it perfectly well. There were sounds of chants and other hollers, but I ignored them as I went towards the front door of the club, and sneak a peek. I saw a fat girl and the girl I've slept with. They were fighting. The fat girl kept on slapping her hard on her cheeks. I can tell - even with the limited light - the thinner one would surely get a bruise from all the slapping the older woman was giving her. "You're a family destroyer!" The fat girl shouted, landing another hand on the girl's face. Making her wince in pain.You need to go in and help her!  I thought. So, I did what I was supposed to do and went in.

"Uhm, excuse me ma'am, is there a problem in here?" They both looked at me shocked. The girl that I've encountered before, winced in pain as she tried to get away, but the fat lady had a good grip on her making her escape impossible.

"Excuse me mister, but you have no right to meddle in this conversation. I'm just giving this slut a lesson." The fat girl said.

"And why are you doing that, exactly?" I asked.

The fat girl's face changed and she gave me a death glare, but I wasn't going to back-out. "Well, this—" the fat girl pointed at her from head to toe, "animal has been cheating with my husband!" she said with anger evident in her eyes.

"Well, do you have proof of that, ma'am?" I asked.

Her voice stuttered, and her eues glanced away. "Well, I... I d...don't. But I am very sure--"

Raising a hand, I interrupted her with such anger that it actually took me by surprise, “You don't have a proof of the said situation, ma'am, and I am very sure that I can sue you for causing physical injuries to her." I motioned my head toward the pained girl. To be honest, I'm quite proud of what I just said. Never knew I had a back bone when it comes to fights involving girls.

"Are you threatening me, mister?" She  asked.

“No, ma'am, I am telling the truth, and if you're not gonna stop, I will have to call the cops." I said with such confidence.

The fat girl looked at her from head to toe, and gave me a death glare. "This is not over, you bitch!" She said definitely enraged.

"I can assure you too that I can sue you for calling her that." I smiled at the fat girl, and as usual she gave me another death glare.

She pushed her aside and walked out. When she left, I ran past some people and helped her stand up. "Are you alright?" I asked.

"I'm fine. Why did you do that, and what the heck are you wearing?" She said in disgust.

"Well, I am wearing the best outfit I have, and I went here to apologize for what I said yesterday." I said in response.

"You," she said looking and pointing at me with disgust, "think that, that is the best outfit?" And then, she laughed and laughed.

"Why are you laughing? What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" I asked utterly confused and angry, I stood up and walked away.

"Hey!" She called I turned and faced her. "Thank you, for what you did." She smiled at me, and I felt all irritation slip away from my heart as she smiled at me with her pearl-white teeth and beautiful bluegreen eyes. Wait? What? Really, you're looking at her like that?

"You're welcome, It's the least that I could do after—", she cut me,

"I'll forgive you. Just please help me get to my room." She plead. I walked towards her again and carried her mermaid style, she smiled at me, and put her arms around my neck. Damn this girl is gorgeous! I walked her to her room, and gently plopped her in her bed.

"Your face looks..." I tried to say but paused. How can a guy even say it? I should've listened to Natt when he was giving me a lecture about girls.

She continued it, "...horrible, I know."

"Well, do you have some first aid kit?" I asked staring at her messed-up face.

"Really? You would ask a slut if she has first aid kit?" She forced a laugh. Though, you could see sadness obvious on her face.

"Stay here, I'll buy you some."

"You don't have to. I'll be fine."

"I said, I'll buy you." She didn't protest anymore.

I went to the nearest drugstore and bought some first aid kit essentials. I went to her room, and saw her on the floor. I rushed to her hoping that nothing bad happened to her.

"Hey, are you alright?" I said as I put her head on my lap carefully. She didn't answer. Her eyes were shut and her breathing was ragged. I touched her forehead, and nearly jumped because she was boilling hot. I placed her on her bed and pulled the sheets to cover her body. She shivered, and I saw tears streaming down her face. She was unconscious for the whole day. I need to take care of this girl, I can't just leave her like this. I reached for my phone and messaged my mom saying that I might come home late tonight. I cleaned her wounds, put some ice on her bruises – the cheek mostly, and put some hot towel on her forehead. I was so tired and I was so bored because she didn't have any source of entertainment in her room. So, I decided to just sit down on her couch, and wait for her to wake up.

I was awaken by a moan. I jolt up too fast and I felt my head spin. My tumbled down the dirty floor and groaned. “Never doing that again.”

"What are you still doing here?" She asked as she stared at me from her bed.

I rubbed my temples. "You passed out a while ago, and I couldn't just leave you."

"Well, I'm okay now and I need to go to work."

"Are you sure you can work now?"

"Of course. By the way, thank you," She said while removing the t-shirt that she had in since morning.

I was so uncomfortable because she was changing into hooker clothes infront of me. I looked away, and tried to hide the blush that rushed to my cheeks. I coughed. "You dont have to work today, you need to rest. Did you forget that you were unconscious all day, and now you're gonna work?"

"Well, I'm awake now and I really have to work so, please leave my room." She stood up, and crossed her arm accross her chest.

I head out of her room, and watched her as she strut away.

"Wait!" I said.

She turned around, "What do you want now?" she asked.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Alana, Alana Danielle Colderson." She said and continued walking away. Midway she turned around, "and you are?"

"Max, Max Dylan Hunter." I said imitating the way she did it.

She giggled and said, "You're forgiven, Max," She smiled and headed towards the club.

Damn, the way she said my name was so perfect. Wait, what!  What's wrong with me today? Maybe I just need some rest. I went straight home, and slept.