Chapter 14: “I’ll do it later.”

“Blu, I don’t feel well,” I complained while carefully lying down on the couch to relieve my aching body. Twisting around for a bit I finally laid on my side folding my knees to my chest and using one hand as a pillow to support my neck.

“You should have thought of that before getting hammered last night,” She chided while placing a Gatorade in front of me on the center table.

She appeared like an angel at this moment presenting me the heavenly nectar to save me from dying. It might sound over dramatic but I blame it all as Charlie’s influence.

Groaning loudly, I rose myself once to a sitting position and sprawled my legs on the couch while pleading with my eyes to Blu to pass me the bottle. She concurred grudgingly and then sat at the other end of our small couch placing my post hangover aching legs on her lap.

Taking a sip of the Gatorade I let the liquid energy settle in, “Thanks for bringing this to me, I really needed it.”

“I didn’t get that for you someone else did and also this,” She informed while sipping a Starbucks coffee herself. That was surprising, who would come so early in the morning to bring us these?

“When did Denny start bringing Starbucks for you?” I asked my voice full of disbelief.

“Since never,” She snorted, “It’s from Andrew he brought it just five minutes ago.”

That news was more surprising than the previous one. I would still have believed if she said that Denise and she were becoming friends, but Andrew being an option didn’t even come to my mind.

Why would he do that? What ulterior motives did he have?

I tried to remember what happened last night but the last thing I remember was puking my guts out in the washroom after drinking half a bottle of vodka.

“Blu, how did I come home?” I asked sitting up straight and clutching a cushion to my chest. Panic rising within me at not remembering anything from yesterday.

When did I trust him enough to let myself lose consciousness? I could have badly slipped up last night and reveal my whole plan to him. This mistake could have drastically damaged my hard work so far. I need to remember that trusting boys again is out of the question.

“Andrew brought you home. You were almost passed out last night, don’t you remember anything?” she asked looking at me expectedly.

“I vaguely remember crashing into someone after I stumbled out of the washroom, it must be him,” I recalled feeling stupid for letting myself become vulnerable to him.

“Why do you seem so surprised? I thought you'd be happy to know that your plans working. He seems to have taken a liking to you,” She asked confused at my lack of enthusiasm.

Hell, I was confused at my lack of enthusiasm! This is what I wanted, right? Then why does it feel so weird.

I hate it when I start questioning myself.

“Poor guy, I feel bad for him, drunk you, can be so hard to handle,” She laughed knowing right well, how much I was regretting my decisions.

“Can you not do that?” I whined hiding my head in the cushion.

“Leaving everything aside, Scar, you need to be much more careful around strangers while drinking. Even though he seemed like a nice guy you have only been with him to two dates yet, one of them being just yesterday,” the protective side in her revealed herself as always when I fall in trouble.

“Yeah I know. I just- yesterday was a mistake. I promise I won’t let this happen again,” I assured her causing her to nod her head and give me a smile.

She knows I am grown up enough to take care of myself but she still can’t help getting worried over me. I guess it has become a habit for her.

“You should probably thank him, after all, he took care of you and went through so much for you and it was just your second date,” I groaned knowing she was right but I didn’t want to thank him or admit the fact that yesterday happened.

Ugh! Why does she have to be so righteous!

“I’ll do it later,” I dismissed her which in my dictionary means never.

“Nope, see I don’t like your plan or this guy but you should do it as a decent human being,” She scolded me while making her completely clear, that she still didn’t appreciate what I was doing.

Grunting I take out my phone and checked my messages to see I have received three messages from him.

“I hope you sleep well, good night :)” at 2:13am.

“Good morning, are you feeling alright?” at 7:05 am.

“I guessed you might not be feeling well after yesterday so I dropped by to give you something……I hope you don’t mind.” At 9:12am.

Usually if someone would care for me this much, I would feel flattered but some voice inside me was repeatedly telling me that something’s fishy or maybe it was my guilt speaking but being cared by him felt wrong to me.

I didn’t feel I deserved it.

Flashes of last night appeared like a haunting dream as I read his texts. I knew I had to write something back sooner or later but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t hesitant.

I would delay any form of contact with him as long as possible if only if it wasn’t for Blu.

Looking at Blu once again I pleaded with her, “I’ll text him later, I promise.”

She didn’t budge as she silently stared at me sipping on her Starbucks.

“Don’t tell me you were easily bought by a Starbucks!” I accused her to turn the situation on her but looking at me dumbly she stuck out her tongue and then rolled her eyes at my childish attempt to escape her.

Giving in I shout a ‘fine’ at her and grabbed my phone kept on my lap.

Writing a quick thanks and that how sorry I was for troubling him; I showed the text to Blu and after getting a nod from her I switched off my phone not in the mood of receiving anymore texts from him.

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