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He told me I was different, but I didn’t believe him. Why would I? And now he’s saying I’m his?
I don’t know if I’m drunker than I thought, but I find myself wishing he was serious, and I nod. “Yeah,” I whisper.
Silently, Josh moves away and goes further down the bar to order a drink from someone else, leaving me alone with a brooding Alex.
“Mel, what are you doing?” he asks, glaring at me.
And that’s when I realize what’s happening. I’m not different. I’m not his. I’m not special.
I’m just someone who isn’t easy. I’m a challenge.
“Oh, does seeing a man flirt with me bother you?” I ask, tilting my head slightly. “That’s rich, considering I’ve had to watch you flirt with practically every woman in here. But the second a man other than you talks to me, there’s an issue? I don’t like double standards. And you telling me I’m cut off isn’t okay, either. I’m my own person, and if I want to drink, I will. Got it? We aren’t anything to each other.”
Grabbing my bag and jacket, I hop down from the stool and disappear into the crowd before he has a chance to say anything. I can’t believe this. I can’t believe him.
I look over and see Ally, Ash, Courtney, and Dara are all gone, and so I weave through a sea of bodies and out the door.
The night air cools my heated skin, and I take a deep breath, trying to calm down.
I don’t know why I got so worked up so quickly, but something in me just snapped when he asked me what I was doing.
And he said I’m his?
And I said I was okay with it?
Frustrated, I sigh loudly and dig through my purse to find my phone.
Dialing Ashley, it rings and rings until her voicemail kicks on. Redialing, it still goes to voicemail, but I’m not giving up. I keep calling her until she finally answers on the fourth try.
“What’s wrong?” she asks right away. “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear my phone.”
“I need you to come back. I need a ride home.”
“What the fuck did he do?” she growls, and I can here Ryan’s deep voice in the background asking if I’m okay.
“Nothing. Just please. Can you come back?”
“I’ll be there in five.”
Hanging up, I walk a little ways down the side of the building until I reach the shadows, and lean up against the brick wall. Shoving my arms in my jacket, I pull it closed and wrap my arms around myself.
Closing my eyes, I see Alex’s angry green ones staring back at me and I snap mine back open. I can’t escape him.
I seriously think he’s going to drive me crazy.
Me. Stable, sane, level-headed Melanie.
But I’m none of those things with him.
For a second, I thought I could handle him, but I don’t know if I can.
I’m a hopeless romantic. I can’t just turn my emotions off whenever I want. If I could, then I would have by now. But I like him. As absurd and unlikely of a match that we are, I can’t stop thinking about him. I can’t stop wanting to know him.
But now I’m wondering if maybe knowing him might be a bad thing. Maybe he isn’t anything more than a pretty face who kisses me like the world is on fire and I’m the oxygen he needs to survive.
Maybe I’m just fucking crazy.
Yeah, that sounds right.
