Wingman

Dos

Although I expected my time with Sandra to be agonizing, it was tolerable. The twenty minutes had flown by, and neither of us had mentioned it. "You should try the lemonade. It's delicious." I knew she was secretly telling me to stop drinking alcohol. I could feel her glance at my glass every couple of seconds. Feeling judged, I looked away with a scowl. What a deprecating bitch.

"I'm good." Her lips pursed at my statement. I wanted to be rude and tell her to mind her own damn business, but then what kind of wingman would I be? The whole point of being with her was so Benny could score with her friend.

Her much hotter friend.

"Can I use your phone?" I rolled my eyes when she broke the comfortable silence. If Benny hasn't contacted me, I could only assume it was because he was busy with his conquest. The lucky bastard was probably having the night of his life.

"I don't have it." Then, she sighed at my response and turned to the man sitting next to her.

"Excuse me, do you have a phone I can borrow." She waited for the man to reply, but he blatantly ignored her. The idiot was too busy ogling a group of dancing women. I could feel her anger before she projected it; as time passed, she abruptly stood from her seat and stalked away. Her hair swayed as she zoomed through the crowd. I almost wanted to yank her back by it. Not in a kinky way.

At first, I didn't want to go after her, and then I found myself chasing after her like a madman. Who would've guessed she was so fast on her feet? As she neared the exit, I began to lose my patience and pulled her to my chest. Sandra didn't react well to my action and lost her balance. Instead of trusting me to catch her, her elbow jabbed my stomach before I could secure my hold.

"What the hell?" I gasped, trying to catch my breath.

She seemed surprised by her strength and apologized. "I'm sorry, I just don't like being touched," she explained. I hadn't noticed until now how nervous she looked; her hands were shaking.

"I just want to go home." Her lips quivered, and I stared back at her teary eyes with a frown.

"I'll take you," I spoke before I could process what I was saying. I'm an asshole, but I'm not cruel.

She stared at me with uneasiness and then pointed out the obvious. "You've been drinking."

"You can drive." I needed to shut the fuck up. Since did I let random girls drive my car?

"I don't know how." I was surprised by the revelation. Sandra looked to be at least in her twenties. I took out my phone and called a cab in the spur of the moment. The bar was known to keep cars overnight, so I didn't have to worry about leaving it. I could have the cab driver drop us off, and this night could be over.

"What about Paola? My friend," She questioned. Paola is probably getting screwed in the bathrooms, and she should be the least of your worries.

"I'll have my friend take her home." Benny knew the drill with one-night stands. We weren't gentlemen, but we were responsible.

"Thank you," Sandra mumbled, following me out of the building to wait for our cab. We only stood outside for a couple of minutes before one pulled next to the curve, and I stupidly gave him my address first, then turned to Sandra.

"I'll pay for him to take you home after he drops me off." It sounded logical at first, so Sandra wouldn't think I wanted to go to her place. As we dropped closer to my apartment, I realized the driver kept eyeing her through the rearview mirror.

Instinctively, I scooted closer to her and glared at him. Some men are pieces of shit.

Once we reached my apartment, I turned to Sandra and saw that she was still nervous, even more so now that she would be riding back to her place with a stranger. When I got out of the car and paid him, I heard him whisper some words and glance at Sandra.

"Come sit up front; you'll be more comfortable." The sleazy punk shot her a wink.

I was impulsive when I opened her door and pulled her out with me. I didn't think about what would happen after. "She's staying with me; you can go." The driver scowled at the change of plans but didn't argue.

We watched him drive away before Sandra cleared her throat. "Thanks for that. Can I borrow your phone to call another cab?" I planned to hand her my phone and help her be on her way; Though I realized too late that I had forgotten it in the car. This is what I get for lying about not having it in the first place.

"I forgot it in the car, my bad," I replied sheepishly, uncovering my first lie. The good thing was I still had the keys to the apartment, and at least we wouldn't be stranded in the street.

"I have a charger in my apartment." I hoped she didn't take my offer the wrong way. She was decent to be around, but there was no way I would screw her. I wasn't that desperate.

"Alright, as soon as I have enough battery, I'll leave." Her cheeks flushed, and she looked around the building. It was a solid plan until the inevitable happened.

We both fell asleep. It was no surprise to me because of the time; it was nearly three in the morning. Sandra had curled up on my couch by her phone, and I laid on the recliner across from her.

When I opened my eyes in the morning, I almost had a heart attack at the sight of her. I thought I had sex with her and internally held in my sigh of relief. There she lay, snoring obnoxiously with her body sprawled out awkwardly.

Thankfully the memories came flooding back before I was fully panicked. She was sound asleep while I stared at her. Her long hair covered most of her face, so I wasn't sure if she looked exactly like how I remembered.

I hoped she did, or at least better. I couldn't bear the sight of anything worse.

Wow, I'm such an asshole.

Before I started to wake her, her phone went off. I thought it would wake her the first time, but she let out a groan by the second set of rings. As she stretched her limbs, I let out a yawn making her jump.

Her reaction probably mirrored mine when I woke up to her being the first thing I saw. I was almost offended.

"I'm so sorry; I can't believe I fell asleep!" She scrambled off the couch as she apologized. A line of drool remained on the side of her face, and she wiped it off shamefully. I pretended not to notice for her sake.

"I'll be on my way. Thank you for everything." When she smiled, I spotted the dimple on the edge of her lips and smiled back. Her clothes were wrinkled, and her hair screamed bed head. I almost felt bad letting her leave in those conditions.

Maybe I should've told her to stay, but I didn't want to give her any hope. Girls like her were dreamers; any little moment we shared would be taken the wrong way.

We were better off never seeing each other again.

So I saw her off, thinking I would never see her again. Little did I know.