Chapter 9 Let’s start with

'Was he crazy?' I asked myself. 'Or is he always horny?'

How dare he start his play in such settings? I was seriously thinking of smacking him when I heard Phil calling my name.

"My darling Sophia," he was completely drunk. "Why are you sitting in the corner? Come here- let's have more drink." He dragged me, well it was more like, he picked me up from the seat and brought me at the front. And the next thing I know, he was handing me another drink.

He is also crazy!

Why am I always surrounded by crazy shits?! I shook my head and started gulping down the beer. At least it was better than sitting beside Josh and being teased like that.

Five rounds of drink later, I almost couldn't recognise who was who anymore. I just remembered someone saying that Phil and I need to go cause we both were too drunk. And a pair of hands pulled both of us outside the bar.

I could feel a bit of cold air when we reached outside.

"Phil…Phil.." I called out. "Where are you? I can't see you." I called out again cause I really couldn't see where he was.

"I am here darling," Phil jumped in front of me with a huge smile on his face.

"You are drunk," I said to him, flashing my finger at him. But I knew that my finger was moving here and there. Or was it he who was moving? No- no, maybe it was I who was moving? I didn't know.

I laughed at him.

"No, you are drunk," Phil replied to me. "So, I will walk you home. Okay?" He asked.

I laughed at him again.

"Then who's going to walk YOU home?" I asked him again.

We both stopped for a moment- perhaps we were thinking- so who is taking who home?

And then we both turned. Then I saw him.

Josh was looking at us as if he was a mother looking at the kids she was about to kick out of the house.

Phil and I both made a jump to hug him. My only intention was to grab him, so that he can take me home. Because now I was sure that I was too drunk to even walk home. And so was Phil.

As we were about to touch him, he ever so slightly moved to the side. Both Phil and I fell on the ground. Luckily, it was not a strong fall. So I knew we both would survive.

But that asshole freaking moved!

"You asshole!" I yelled at him, still lying on the ground. "Why the fuck did you move?"

"Yeah, you fucking moved, didn't you- you dimwit?" Phil yelled to.

But I didn't want to move from there. I feel like I could sleep then and there without a care in the world. Damn! I must have drank beyond my capability.

The next thing I remember is being carried on someone's back. I could still hear Phil's whining near me as well.

Perhaps somewhere in my mind I knew what was going on.

Josh must be carrying me on his back while supporting Phil on the side.

I wonder why he was doing the things he was doing. Did he always get close to people so quickly? Or was it just one of his plans to sleep with a new girl every time?

Yes, he was tall and good looking. Considering that he was a representative speaker, I knew he must be smart. But other than that I knew nothing about him. And I didn't want to sleep with someone whom I didn't love- I didn't want it to be just physical.

But I knew there's no way he would fall someone like me- an average girl. I was a normal woman in her early twenties with an average height. Sometimes when I dressed up a bit, I got compliments but other than I was like a girl next door. I have been considered pretty since I was small but I was not someone whom people would fall for at first sight. I was more of a rebellious, independent, stubborn and wild women. And I was perfectly happy with it.

Josh took the lift to drop us to my place. When we reached in front of the door, I told him that the key was in the small cross-body bag that I was wearing. He put me and Phil on the side of the door, took out the keys, opened the door and then dragged Phil inside the room. Then he came back, carried me on his arms with my hands around his neck and took me to my room.

As he helped me lay on the bed, I looked at him.

"You know…" I said to him. He stopped and stared back at me. "I do want to have sex," I said and I knew how ridiculous I sounded. He raised his eyes, questioning me. "But I don't want to sleep with a person I don't love. I don't want it to be just physical," I continued.

He let go of me as he put me down and pulled a blanket on top of me.

Then he looked at me, slowly caressing my hairs. He put a strand of my hair behind my ears but I knew he was not flirting. The touch was not about opening a sex conversation. He was just taking his time before he answered me.

He looked at me again.

"Then, let's start with being friends," he said to me.

That was his solution to whatever we were feeling- perhaps it was just what I was feeling. I was not even sure if he was feeling the same as I did.

But before jumping on the wagon of this crazy lust, I would rather start it with friendship. Perhaps we would be good friends or maybe more than that. Or perhaps we would be nothing.

What I felt when I was with him was a sense of pure excitement- excitement of pleasure. It was nothing about having butterflies of love. So, I couldn't really blame him about anything. It was all me. Just me.

I will think about everything when I am sober, I thought to myself.

And so nodding at his suggestion, I put my head on the pillow and closed my eyes.

For now, I just wanted to sleep.