Misery Loves Company

Chapter 17

Greyson

"Fuck!" I cry out.

I try to run after May, but it's no use. She's disappeared into the crowd of people and I know there's no way I will be able to find her. She's far too mad and upset to be reasoned with right now.

How did I manage to fuck up this bad? I've barely spoken words to this girl and we're already running around in circles. What the fuck am I doing? Why do I feel such a pull to this girl? Something about her begs me to know her.

I've never felt so much energy course through my body as I did when our bodies were intertwined. The way her lean legs clung on to me as if her life depended on it. Or the way her hands tugged at my hair in the most gut-wrenching way. The taste of her, still in my mouth, is enough to get me drunk.

How am I supposed to fix this now? What can I possibly do to show her that I'm not just a guy looking for his next hook up, or that Brittany isn't actually my girlfriend... at least not anymore. I need to get her to understand. I need her to need me, just as bad as I need her.

I expected everything to go much better than it had. I imagined myself pulling her into a separate room, trying to talk things out, and if that didn't work, I would kiss her and make her feel what I feel inside. I knew the second I spoke of Brittany and what she had told me that I fucked up bad. I could see the light in her eyes dim and her face drain. She was sickened. And quite frankly, so was I. Not so much over the fact that I said what I did, but because I actually allowed what Brittany had told me to dictate my actions.

Brittany knows nothing of this girl, and although I don't know her very well either, I so desperately want to. I want to ask her about her past. I want to ask her about her tattoos. I want to ask her what her favorite color is and what type of movies she loves. I want to get to know every single little detail about this girl.

I don't want this to end before it's even begun.