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~ Bridget ~
Past
As I lay in bed after setting my alarm to try and tackle statistics in the early morning, I replay the events of the night in my mind. I shouldn’t have said “If the shoe fits.” I probably came off judgmental to Darren. Though that’s probably nothing next to the drink I threw in his face. Even though he deserved it, I start to feel sheepish. I’ve never done anything like that before to a stranger.
But I shouldn’t worry too much about it since I’ll probably never see the guy again. I hope I’ll never the see guy again.
Or do I?
I recall how firm and strong he felt when we were on the dance floor. A part of me wouldn’t have minded dancing with him longer. And even though we got off on the wrong foot, he had apologized, gave us drinks on the house and allowed us to come upstairs with him. It was nice that he didn’t seem to hold the Coke-to-the-face against me. And he didn’t have to give me and Amy a ride back or lend me his jacket, which I’d hung neatly in the closet because it’s the most expensive thing in my possession by far. I realize I should get the jacket back to him.
Looking over at Amy, snoring in her bed, I hope this JD Lee is a good guy. I can’t get a good read on him or his cousin. They’re older than us, probably in their late twenties, and with their good looks and obvious wealth, they can attract just about any kind of woman. Like that uppity ex-girlfriend of Darren’s.
I throw my arm over my eyes and groan. I wasn’t at my best tonight. I shouldn’t have let that woman get to me.
Amy snorts in her sleep, and my thoughts return to JD. I hope he doesn’t view her as a cute plaything that he knows he’ll get bored of sooner or later. I can see Amy falling for him, lost in the glamour that wealth affords him and his cousin. But there’s more to them than that. They both have an edge I can’t quite describe. A few times, I caught Darren looking at me in a way that made me think I should run and hide, yet I couldn’t look away.
It was one of the stranger nights I’ve had, and I’m grateful when sleep finally causes thoughts of Darren Lee to fade.
* * *
“You gonna makeit to your Hum Bio class this morning?” I ask Amy, placing a glass of water and a bottle of pain reliever next to her bed.
She groans and covers her head with her pillow.
“There’s coffee in the kitchen,” I add before getting my stuff ready for the first class of the day.
“What happened?” Amy groans.
“One too many mojitos happened,” I reply.
With her head still beneath the pillow, she turns onto her stomach. “Did I pass out?”
“Yeah, you did.”
I hope she doesn’t ask about the throwing-up part.
“God. I must’ve made such a shitty impression.”
I zip up my backpack. “Well, they liked you well enough to give us a ride home.”
She peeks at me from beneath the pillow. “They did?”
“Drove us all the way from the city. JD carried you to your bed.”
Her brow furrows in thought. “So that’s good?”
I shrug. “They didn’t have to do that.”
“Who’s ‘they?’”
“JD and his cousin.”
“Did they say anything?”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know. Maybe something about next time?”
