Unbearable (Unexpected Sequel)|✔️

23- Everybody's Drunk!

"Arabella."

My lips parted as I took in Dean's appearance. He looked miserable. The whites around his pupils were covered in red. His usually cleanshaven face had a shadow. There were heavy bags around his eyes.

Was it wrong to feel guilty? I should've been happy, but he looked terrible. All I wanted to do was cuddle with him until he fell asleep in my arms.

He broke up with you. For that bitch Skylar. You hate him.

"Dean," I curtly replied.

In comparison, I looked ten times better. Sure, it was all the illusion of piled on concealer, but he didn't know that. In his mind, I was unaffected. He needed to know that. He needed to know he couldn't hurt me like he wanted, even if I felt like I was dying inside.

"I was looking for you all night," he slurred and it finally occurred to me that he was drunk. He stumbled over to me and clasped my shoulders for support. The stench of alcohol reeled off his breath.

His eyes saw the two beers in my hand and his eyes narrowed.

He had no right to be jealous, especially when he's the one that broke up with me.

I closed my eyes and took a shaky breath. The beers threatened to slip out of my clammy palms so I quickly put them on the nearest counter.

When my eyes fluttered open, Dean's eyes were scanning my face. For what? I don't know.

He opened his mouth to speak but I took a step back, away from his hold. His lips snapped shut as he gave me a worried glance.

"I was looking for you all night," he repeated with desperation.

I recoiled from his impending touch. He dropped his hand in defeat but something flashed in his cold, dead eyes.

The footsteps sounded before he arrived. I looked around the kitchen to realize Dean and I were completely alone. His drunk self would ruin the mission in a blink of an eye.

"Hey Bella, did you get lost-"

Before I could think, I shoved Dean in the pantry and slammed the door behind him. I pressed my back against it and held the knob behind my back so he wouldn't open the door.

Ben's blond hair came into view before anything else. He seemed a little relieved I was here, but then eyed the door behind me.

I needed to think quickly. "Sorry! I was on my way back when one of my friends ran up to me. She's feeling really sick right now so I think I'm gonna have to drop her home," I faked disappointment in my voice, but I wasn't even sure if I was actually faking it. For good measure, I nodded to the two beers set out on the counter.

A ghost of a smile appeared on his lips. "You remembered the beer." I flashed him a sweet smile and nodded. Then he warily eyed me. "Then where's your friend?"

My mouth formed an 'o' shape as I thought of a lie. "Oh, she's in the bathroom, puking her guts out right now."

He grimaced. "Yikes, that sucks."

I nodded in agreement and wiped one of my sweaty palms against my pants before placing it back on the doorknob. My grip was getting weaker and weaker. If Dean tried, the door would've been open by now.

Why wasn't he trying?

Ben loudly sighed, reminding me of his presence. "Sorry you won't get drunk tonight."

I frowned as I realized he was totally right. The plans for getting drunk tonight were ruined by Dean's inconsiderate actions. Ugh, I couldn't even get drunk to forget about him.