Halfway there, I feel a little bad for leaving Amanda alone, she is a nice girl, but I see that she is talking to a couple right now and decide to go my way.
I don't know what kind of fucking plan I've made, and there isn't a plan. I want to get there in time to stop Molly from kissing some asshole, and the problem is that I can't find these two anywhere, and after I get back to where I was sitting next to Adan, I realize what a stupid thing I was going to do.
At least he doesn't throw it in my face. Amanda seems fine in the company of another girl and a few other guys, so I order a shot of the same drink Adan is drinking, I don't even care what it is, but at least it's good. I don't think I want to stay here and see those two coming back, and I tell Adan I'm going home. He doesn't question it and is already eyeing a brunette on the other side.
I take my keys from my pocket and head towards the parking lot, and I should go back to the bar and, I don't know, maybe talk to some girl and have a better end to the night than the one I'm about to have, but none of this seems very interesting when you only have one person in your head. A person who doesn't give a damn when you try to warn her about the idiot she was flirting.
Damn, I want to go home and forget that I met these two. I take a few more steps toward my car.
I didn't think I would ever feel this way again about any woman in the world, but I'm always wrong about everything I think of her. I stare in their direction for a while until they notice my presence, I wish I didn't make my disappointment so obvious, but I don't think that's going to be possible. She bows her eyes after we maintain eye contact for a few seconds. Ryan doesn't seem to understand what is going on very well, but to hell with him. I'm not going to stay here to explain it to him.
I get in my car and do my best to get out of here as fast as possible. If I thought my night couldn't get any worse, I guess I made a big mistake.
... Molly...
After a few words, I discovered that Ryan could be quite an asshole. He wasn't talking this much nonsense while we were with Amanda and Chris. It's weird that even though he was so interested in my roommate, I still wished he would have stayed by my side and talked to me and not ignored me to the point that I'm here now, to make sure that when he said he was jealous of me, it was true.
Because deep down, as much as I hate to admit it, I am not enjoying it here the way I thought I would. I'm about to tell Ryan we'd better get back as I raise my eyes toward us.
The last person I expected and wanted to see now would be Chris, but he is precisely the one who is looking at us.
He was looking at me. I swear I can tell he looks disappointed. Now, this thing I did doesn't seem as good an idea as before. He says nothing, I say nothing, and Ryan is at a loss to understand what is happening. Chris gets in his car. How could I have guessed that this car in front of us would be his car?
He gets in his car, leaving us there, I am speechless, and Ryan is trying to kiss me again. I give him my best fake smile and say:
''I think we better get in.''
But Ryan doesn't seem to like this very much and says:
''Oh no, shawty...''
I'm already getting stressed with how he treats me, and I've only known him a few hours, and we've only really been together a few minutes.
''That's fine! I'll tell Amanda that I'm not leaving with her.''
He eventually accepts. I don't enter the bar anymore. As soon as I walk away from him, I head towards the street, already calling an Uber.
From inside the Uber, I sent Amanda a message saying I needed to leave early. She seems to be enjoying herself because she abbreviates the news by saying it's okay, and I'll see you at college on Monday. At least I know she is not having fun with Chris. Amidst all this, at least one good thing.
Chris. Even thinking about his name hurts. I don't know why I feel worse right now, whether because I was with Ryan, because Chris witnessed it, or because I didn't listen when he said Ryan was terrible company....
I want to get home and send Chris a message apologizing for everything, and I would love it if he wanted to come to my apartment so we could end the night differently.
As soon as I get home, I get rid of the heels that are hurting my feet, sit down on my bed and grab my phone. I send a message to Chris.
"Hi."
I wait a few minutes, and there is no reply. Then I try again.
"Are you home?"
He previews it but doesn't answer. I'm beginning to think I may have made a big mistake.
I don't know why I'm so angry. I do, and that's what makes me so mad at myself. What happened to all the promises I made to myself after all that happened before I came to live here?