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Fourteen
W.T.F?
Byron
Before he even opened his eyes, Byron was struck with an even heavier feeling of the usual bitterness he’d been waking to for the better part of the last year. But it took him a moment to remember why it was heavier than the norm. When it hit him yet another thing about last night came to him. He opened his eyes slowly and turned to her.
Irma lay there next to him, naked from her bottom half down, still sound asleep. He winced as bits of last night came to him. He’d hung out with her touchy-feely ass all night, though he couldn’t for the life of him remember leaving the place or how they ended up in his bed. Closing his eyes, he swallowed hard as more bits of blurred memories of the night came to him slowly. Like how hard he’d tried to replicate the utter bliss a single kiss from Vannah amassed—but failed miserably. That he remembered because of course...
Not even close.
Just like the night at Frat Row Friday when he kept doing double takes each time he thought he saw her, he remembered those same three words kept blasting in his head the whole night. Only unlike that night when the phrase confused him, this time he knew exactly what it meant. There was so much more to Vannah than any other girl he’d ever met—kissed—touched. He still couldn’t wrap his head around it, but obviously he wouldn’t be getting over her like he stupidly thought he might by going out and getting laid.
Fuller memories from last night came to him slowly. Like how at first it was infuriating, and he remembered trying all night to stop thinking about her. Every time he’d be assaulted with the visuals, he’d up his atypical playful chatter, something he begun to pick up from Vannah after only a week. Something he was also sure Irma took by surprise and she’d likely had interpreted as an intensifying interest and desire to hook up with her.
That’s when he remembered something else. For all the obnoxious flirting he and Irma had done last night, and gropingshe’dbegun to do, he’d been annoyed that he’d drank so much because he couldn’t get so much as a rise. Only time that’d ever happened in the past was when he’d had too much to drink or smoke. Last night he’d done both.
Though there’d been other times in the past when he’d done both and was still able to perform just fine. Obviously, last night had ended with a bang if she was still here. Of course, if last night had come even close to the night he’d had with Vannah, even if that one hadn’t ended with a bang, he might remember this one. He squeezed his eyes tight trying in vain to remember anything past their drunken groping, but he couldn’t. There were just bits and pieces. Mostly of Gus laughing and holding him up and then a blur of faces.
Opening his eyes again, Byron sat up slowly. Thankful that he probably smoked more than he drank because his headache wasn’t too bad. He could tell he was dehydrated as hell but mostly he felt completely drained. He was sure it had more to do with the angst he’d felt all night over the visuals of Vannah and her fuckingfriend. Ironically, no amount of drinking, or smoking had languished the memory of what had gone from fury to an ongoing dull ache in his heart. How he could’ve been so off the mark about her he’d never know. He’d been certain despite her claims of not doing the exclusive relationship thing, she’d begun to feel differently with every conversation they’d had this past week—morning, day and night. Damn it! Moreover, as sweet a girl as she was and regardless that she’d openly admitted to having multiplefriendsshe hung out with, shedid notstrike Byron as one who’d be making out with more than one in the same week. Would she sleep with multiple guys too?
“Fuck, fuck,fuck,” he muttered under his breath as he made his way to the bathroom.
How could he be sostupid? Thoughts of Vannah and all the time he’d spent chatting with her all week were rampant even as he took a quick shower. It’d been onefuckingweek. So, what if he’d fell asleep and woke up thinking of her every day. Hehadto move on—get over this already. She was just another carefree girl he’d made out withonceand had more than numerous—okay, endless andall-night video chats. Some of which had ended with them falling asleep still on the line. It was justoneweek. But he could kick himself now because he’d known way back. He’d known it before he’d ever spoken to her. From the day he’d found himself banging his steering wheel over a girl whose name he hadn’t even known then; somehow, he’d known things would be different with her. And still, he went for it. Now look where he was. She’d been in his every thought all week and now the first flood of thoughts he was inundated with when he first woke were of her. Even when there was another chick in his bed, for the love of Christ!
Thankfully, Irma was up when Byron got back from the bathroom. “How you feeling?” she asked as soon as he walked into the bedroom.
“Surprisingly, not too bad.”
“Really? Because you wereoutof it last night.”
Byron smirked as he pulled a clean shirt out of his dresser. “That strain of weed Gus had last night was one I’d never had. Hadn’t smoked in almost a year either so.” He shrugged then pulled the shirt over his head. “I’m just glad it doesn’t feel like I’ll be hurting all day. I hate when that happens. You party too hard and ruin the entire next day.”
“You’re getting dressed.” It was more of a statement than a question.
Byron looked up at her. “Yeah, I gotta open up the shop. I’m already late.”
“But last night you said we’d finish today,” she sulked.
Peering at her, Byron tried in vain to remember what she was talking about. “Finish—?” He caught himself understanding what she was saying now. It was embarrassing but it made sense if he was that out of it. “We didn’t finish?”
“We never even got started.” She huffed playfully. “We’d just made it into your bedroom, started to undress and got in bed, but when your head hit that pillow you barely whispered the words;we’ll finish tomorrow,then passed out.”
Letting his head fall back as he buttoned his fly, Byron laughed feeling like a douche. “I’m sorry. I’d make it up to you now but I’m already late to open.” She was sulking again, so he explained further as he moved around the room quickly. “I probably have customers and employees waiting outside. I heard the phone downstairs ring and the door buzz earlier. Phone’s ringing again now. My brother doesn’t like when I open late.”
His cell phone rang distracting them both momentarily. Byron rushed to it knowing it had to be one of the guys. He just hoped it hadn’t gotten back to his brother that the shop was still closed. So, he was relieved to see Gus’s name on his screen.
Holding his hand up for Irma to give him a moment, he hit the answer button. “Dude, are you that hungover you’re not gonna open today?”
“Nah, I’m just running late. You here already?”
“Yeah, so’s the rest of the crew and some customers.”
“Cool,” Byron said rushing to the door that headed downstairs. “I’ll let you guys in and you guys can get things going while I finish getting ready.”
Irma heard him so he didn’t bother to explain where he was going. He didn’t even have shoes on yet, so he’d be back as soon as he let them in. Once he had the guys in, he rushed back upstairs to finish getting ready. Irma was already dressed and gathering her things together.
She gave him a coy look when he walked into the bedroom. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He smirked despite the heaviness he still couldn’t shake about Vannah.
