It's Not Natural

Chapter Two

Well, that alcohol sure isn't feeling good coming up. I hope it felt good going down the hatch last night.

I don't even want to go to my room. I don't even want to move. I just lay curled up on the bathroom floor, eyes clothes and trying to regain my breath. I let out a groan and run my hand through my hair, and know instantly it looks like crap by the way my fingers get caught in the tangles. I wince and withdraw my hand, reaching out to scramble for my phone. Once I feel the device, I snatch it up and quickly notice Dillon's texted me over fifteen times in the past hour. I groan and finally text him back. It takes some time, but we agree on meeting at Starbucks in a half hour.

It takes a lot of power to make myself stand and wander back into my room, grabbing a pair of skinny jeans and a sapphire blue long-sleeved Hollister shirt. I strip down to my lacy panties and bra, for a minute questioning why I wore those the night before. Honestly, I don't care. I tug on the clean clothes, pull on a pair of socks, and then slip my feet into my matching deep blue patterned Ugg boots.

It takes some time to brush my hair out and force myself to eat a slice of toast and even more time to find my car keys and track down my phone. By this point I'm thankful for the time I have. I trudge outside to my car but see another car in the driveway. Dillon's. My eyes widen as he recognizes me and steps out of his car.

"Hey, baby! You look gorgeous today!" he exclaims as he walks up to me and wraps his arms around my waist, bringing me close and trailing feather-light kisses along my neck.

"Yeah, well, I didn't really try," I answer as I almost regretfully step away from him, his face confused and unhappy. I hate myself for sleeping with someone else because I love Dillon, maybe with all my heart. I'm sure he's the only one I'll ever love, which is extremely hasty of me. I tend to give my heart away easily.

"Babe, what's the deal? I thought you loved my kisses," he says, hurt shining in his eyes as I look up at him.

"Remember how we promised we'd never lie to each other in fifth grade if we ever dated each other? Seems so long ago. But, I have something to tell you.. I'm sorry.."

"Char, go on. I'll love you anyways."

"I slept with someone else, okay?" I scream, brushing tears out of my eyes as I turn around and run to my car. Before he can react, I speed away towards Starbucks. He won't love me after that.

Once I arrive at Starbucks, I already heard my phone's ringtone for Dillon's number ringing several times on the way. Sighing shakily, I rub my eyes, knowing I've smudged the little makeup I have on but I don't care. It looks fine enough, I'm sure.

I snatch my purse off of the passenger's seat as I arrive at the café, my car rather unsatisfactorily parked in a spot near the back. I hope no one I know is around, for I'm sure I look like a complete mess: my makeup smudged, tear streaks trailing down my face, face pale and sunken in with sadness, and my eyes gigantic compared to the rest of my sad face. I rush inside, quickly press through to the counter, and order a large coffee with extra caffeine and extra whipped cream. After I pay and find a seat, I take a long swig of the drink and then pull out my phone, observing the 'Missed Texts' and 'Missed Calls' crank up, all of which from Dillon. It hurts me a lot; I can hardly hold in my frustration. My heart is the most effected by this.

Suddenly, someone slides into the chair opposite of me, and I look up to see no one other than Laurent. His deep brown hair tousled slightly, he looks adorable. And those ocean blue eyes just want to make me melt. I turn my eyes away from him, keeping the thoughts focused elsewhere: all of this relationship drama is going to drive me to drink.

"Hey, Char. You okay?" I hear Laurent ask, and my eyes flicker up to meet his. He looks honestly concerned, completely oblivious from my smudged makeup. Thank God he didn't point that out right away like a normal guy would.

"I'm fine," I answer after a short pause, my eyes flashing back down with bashfulness. I take a sip of my coffee, turning back to my phone and realizing I'd gained four more texts. I just can't go through with viewing them; my heart is already threatening to shatter in two as is.

"You look like you've lost something important to you. I can see it in your eyes and your face. They explain so much more than simply being fine. Your eyes are beautiful, did you know that?"

I simply look up at Laurent, stunned, and I'm about to talk before I feel two strong, calloused hands I can only recognize, and only dream of, gripping my shoulders. Dillon.

"What are you doing here with my girlfriend, you fucking bitch?"