Misery Loves Company

Chapter 15

The rest of the day, followed by the entire week seems to fly by. I immerse myself in my work and don't get home until 1 a.m. every night. Or morning, I should say. 

I don't drink as much when I am this swamped, which helps a lot. I think Tony throws as much as he can at me on purpose. Although I would much rather drown my sorrows in a bottle, I know this would make my father happy. It makes Tony and Ashley happy too, to see me somewhat integrated back into society rather than holed up on my room. 

I don't think about Greyson much. I curse what happened under my breath a few times but vowed that I would never speak to him again. Guys like him are no good and I have met plenty of them. They are all the same. Rich boy with a prestigious family, cocky, arrogant, I-can-have-anything-I-want attitude. No thank you. Not for me. 

When I get back to the apartment around 5 p.m. on Friday, Ashley is waiting on the couch for me. She instantly jumps up and squeals. 

"Guess where we're going tonight!" she claps her hands and jumps up and down.

"Where?" I play into her enthusiasm.

"Another party at that crazy house we went to last week!" her face lights up.

My face instantly drops as soon as I realize exactly whose house that is.  

"Have fun without me, I'm not going," I say with a bitchy attitude.

Taken back by my response, Ashley looks at me puzzled.

"What do you mean you're not going? You've never said no to a party before in your life! Come on May!!" 

"Absolutely not. The last time we went was such a drag."

"May, stop being a little brat and come out to the party with me tonight. I need you! Have you forgotten the girl code? Rule #1, no girl can go alone to a party of any sort. Now go get ready, we're leaving at 9." She says matter-of-factly.

I really don't want to go to Greyson's stupid party. But, I know Ashley is right. I cannot let her go to the party alone. It's forbidden and I would be a shitty friend to let it happen. That doesn't stop me from huffing and puffing all the way to my room though before I close the door and fall onto my bed.

"Fuck me," I scream face down into my pillow. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuckkkkkk meeee!"

I roll over and reach underneath my bed for my whiskey. I hold it up, in all of its glory, twist the cap, press the bottle to my lips, and sigh in relief as I feel the liquid warm my insides. I waltz into the bathroom, start blasting music, and get into my party game mode. I place my hands on the counter, look into the mirror, and give myself one hell of a pep talk.

"You're not going to let some stupid boy ruin a good night for you May. You're going to walk in there and you're not going to even look in that douche bag's direction. You're going to get drunk, and you're going to have a good night with your best friend."

Satisfied, I continued to take shots and put myself together. I decided on wearing a black pair of jeans with a few rips occurring in the thighs. They were high wasted and hugged all of my curves in just the right places. I put on a black tank top that revealed eye-catching cleavage. I let my long, dark hair flow freely, allowing it to embrace the natural messy look. I put on a pair of very sexy, black boots, and put in some hoop hearings to accessorize a bit. I take another shot and I walk out of my bedroom door. 

Ashley, already waiting for me with keys in hand, opens the door for me. 

"Yay, we're going to have so much fun. Maybe Mr. Quarterback will be there!"

We both look at each other and break into laughter.