Misery Loves Company

Chapter 7

As I walk out the front door, the cold air hits me and sends chills through my body. I can see Ashley waiting for me outside next to her car. Apparently it's been some time since she disappeared on me because she's almost completely sober whereas I am not. I give her a big grin.

"So...... how was it?" I wink at her.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she laughs back. 

We both know exactly what she's talking about but the night recap will wait until tomorrow when we're both in the right mind to divulge all of the juicy details. I wonder if I should even bother to mention Greyson. I wonder if she knows who he is.

I crawl into the passenger seat of my car as Ashley gets behind the wheel. She starts up the car and we make our way back to our apartment, driving through the early morning city. I stare out the window, taking in the world as it passes by so fast, wondering how in the hell I got to this point in my life. I can feel Ashley take my hand in hers. I know she can sense me drifting off into the dark parts. She's been my rock, my only constant, the one thing I haven't lost in life, and I will always cherish her for as long as I breathe. I give her hand a soft squeeze without facing her to let her know I appreciate her company. She really is the best friend anyone could have. 

Greyson

"What were you doing up here with that girl, Greyson?" Brittany demands, pissed as fuck. 

"I came up here to get some fresh air and she was already sitting up here," I explain calmly. 

"I'm sure that's what happened."

Brittany has clearly had one too many drinks and her jealousy tends to amplify with the more she's consumed. Even though we're not dating anymore, she still thinks she owns me.

 We only broke up a couple of weeks ago but it's been a huge, dragged out process. Our families matched us together and we were supposed to be this perfect political couple. A staple. But when I had different goals and different passions, my path didn't align with Brittany's anymore. I know she still holds out hope that I'll change my mind and come back to her completely. But after tonight. After May. I've had to reconsider.

There was something so different about her. She is unlike anyone I've ever met. That much was clear, simply by her appearance. May had this beautiful, thick, jet black hair that dropped down all the way to her hips. Her eyes were dark brown, black almost - there was a story hidden behind them that I so desperately wanted to read. Her body was well defined and toned and I have to admit, her tattoos were elegant and beautiful. Not harsh or trashy, complimenting her already magnificent feature. There was something so seductive and sultry about her. She didn't even have to try. When we touched as she was passing me the bottle, the jolt of electricity was too apparent to ignore and I wonder if she felt it too? She had to. I have to know her.