That Fateful Night

Chapter Ten - Explanations

A/N: Please vote and comment! Also, slight warning. There's slightly mature content at the end of this. It's not descriptive, but I thought I'd warn you in case you're uncomfortable with it for whatever reason. 

He kicks his shoes off, and places them along with all of ours against the wall, and he follows me into the kitchen. We take a seat at the table and I stare at him, waiting for him to explain.

After several moments, I speak up. "So, are you going to tell me what the Hell is going on?" The corner of his lips tilt up slightly, an action almost missed, before his face turns serious.

"Yeah, I'm going to get straight to the point. I didn't propose to Jessica." His eyes stare straight into mine, and my heart beats a little bit quicker in my chest.

"Really?" The puzzle pieces slowly fall into place. Jessica is crazy, there's no doubting that. Shouldn't it have been obvious that it was false? I guess the fact that it hurt so much clouded my judgement, and to be honest, I don't feel good enough for him. Why would he want to be with someone like me when he can have someone like Jessica? Maybe not now since her crazy has really come to light. "But she had-"

He interrupts me, "she's loaded. She bought it herself."

Right. Of course she can do that.

Isn't that tacky though? I doubt she cares, she's clearly desperate to get her "man" back now she has competition. Probably the first time she's had competition, and that competition is me. No wonder she's crazy. Some guy has chosen plain me over her.

"Ah." I sit there awkwardly and begin to chew my nails. "So, why are you here? You could have said that over text."

"You weren't answering your phone," he says flatly.

"Oh, right." I dig my phone out of my pocket and check the texts he sent me.

Answer my phone call, I need to explain.

Lia, please?

If you don't answer my next call, I'm coming over.

I've asked Libby for your address, I'm on my way.

"Oh," I say and place my phone down in front of me. "I'm sorry," I say as my face flushes red.

"It's fine,"

I begin to swing my legs under the table slightly as I continue to chew my nail. "So..." I let my voice trail off. Man, this is awkward. Suddenly an idea pops into my head and I jump up from my seat. I waltz over to the fridge and pull out a bottle of white wine, Libby's but I'm certain she won't mind if I replace it tomorrow or the day after. I pull out two glasses from the cupboard, I fill them up with wine and place one in front of Zac and place the bottle in the middle of the table, between us. I take a big sip of my glass and cringe at the way the alcohol burns my throat. I take another sip despite this, and another, before setting my glass down. I look at Zac who's shooting me questionable looks.

"Are you trying to get drunk?" he asks and I nod.

"Yeah, it's awkward and nothing breaks the ice like alcohol."

He rests his arms on the table and leans closer, not that it would make any difference since the table is quite big. "Are you nervous?"

My heart hammers in my chest and my face heats up – but I'm unsure if it's the alcohol taking effect quickly. I hope it is.

I shake my head no. "N-no," I stammer and take a deep breath. "No," I say again, although I'm not sure whether I'm saying it more to reassure myself that I'm not nervous.