Better Than I Know Myself (2nd book)

Chapter 29- Bad News

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Adam's POV

I walked inside the Starbuck's shop nearest to my house and got myself my regular coffee. I don't think I've ever missed a day of going here. If I do, I can't focus on anything I do. Sometimes I think I'm too addicted to Starbuck's coffee. But c'mon. It's definitely a much healthier obsession than alcohol.

I sat on one of the seats next to the window to wait for my order.

Looking out the window, all I could think of was Mandy. Basically, wherever I was, all I really could think about was Mandy.

It has been two days since I last saw her. I've been leaving her messages on her phone since that time. And since then, I also haven't received any calls back. I've been sending texts: apology texts, sincere texts... and really embarrassing texts...

I knew that she heard and read all of them. I've sent like almost a hundred messages... literally . And I'm not counting the calls.

I wanted to go to her personally... But I didn't even know where she was at the moment. The entire time that she was here in Hollywood, she only stayed with me.

I could feel my life slowly shattering to pieces.

I knew that my career was officially over. Even though I haven't watched TV, read newspaper or checked the social media- I knew I was in big trouble.

Because I know how out of control I could actually get.

I mean, I hurt the girl I loved more than anything, I dissed my bestest friend and I probably did a lot of other bad things that night at the club.

And even though I knew that it wasn't my fault that I got drunk and had sex with a different girl, I brought myself to accept that it was my fault.

Okay, I can't take this anymore.

I stood up a little too frantically. People turned their eyes to me but I didn't bother to give a damn.

I went out, my heart racing.

I could hear the cashier ask about my coffee. I don't care. For pete's sake, you people drink it.

I buzzed open the car and immediately walked to the driver's seat. But before I got in, I heard someone call me.

"Adam!"

I turned quickly and saw Dylan coming my way.

Oh god, please not now.

"Hey." I gave my best actor smile.

The last time I saw Dylan, it was at the party. When I went nuts with jealousy. Thinking about i now, it seemed too silly that I got worked up for some guy friend of Mandy. Like I actually controlled her life.

But still, as I see that Dylan is really good looking and Mandy's age range... my heart flickers witn a slight jealousy.

"Dude, I'm glad I caught up to you." He was holding a plastic full of knick knacks on one hand and his car keys on the other one.

I didn't respond and just smiled.

"Is your buddy okay?"he put one hand on his hip, smiling. He flipped his blond hair to prevent it from meeting his eyes.

"Excuse me what?" I repeated.

"Tommy. Is he okay?" He said it like I was a kid. I almost couldn't concentrate on what he was saying since I was watching his lip piercing as his lips moved. Like I was being hypnotized.

"Yeah. I guess... why? What happened?" I felt my eyebrows meet.

"He hasn't told you?" He asked in confusion.

I shook my head lightly.

"Well last last night, I just saved him from being fully kidnapped by two body organ hunters. He looked pretty damn hurt and I was supposedly going to take him to the hospital... But he refused." He explained.

"I had to carry him to the car because he couldn't even walk. Blood was coming out of his mouth." He added, a grimace on his face.

My heart suddenly dropped. For a moment, I wanted to force myself to remember everything from that night even though it was clearly impossible.

"Oh..." I tried to act as nonchalant as possible.

"Where is he now?" I gulped.

"At home probably. You gonna go to him?" He said casually.

I almost couldn't speak. My heart was throbbing so fast. Was this all my fault? Is Tommy literally hurt because of me?

"Um... Yeah..." I stared at the ground for a few seconds, not sure if the words actually came out of my mouth. "I think so..."

I could somehow picture the image of Tommy inside my mind, hurt and spitting blood. Then I pictured myself disgustingly having sex with a girl while Tommy suffered... probably for my sake.

Dylan looked at me with concern, as if checking if I was still alive or just high on drugs.

He played with his lip piercing and studied me, musing to himself.

"Hey, want me to come with you?" He suggested.

"Thanks but... no. It's okay." I tried to sound as nice as I could.

I could hardly pull myself together.

"Are you sure?" He asked with concern... Concern that only irritated me.

I was already seated on the driver's seat, turning on the ignition.

"Yeah..." I stared at the steering wheel, trying to get a grip of myself.

"Thanks." I looked up at him.

He gave a somehow pitiful smile.

Then I drove away, off to Tommy's house. Of course I had second thoughts... Mandy first or Tommy. At first I felt like going to Mandy's first.

But I knew that at the moment, Tommy needs me most.