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“Yeah. I called him after you left. He said he was at some bar and he was on his way. Guess he didn’t make it out the door.” I scoff, holding up my phone for her to see. I just checked Alec’s Facebook page, making sure nothing bad did happen, only to find some chick has tagged him in a picture. He’s with a group of people, all of them piled on a sofa. The title reads ‘we took the party home’.
“Doesn’t seem like something he’d do. Want me to hack into his Facebook page and announce to everyone that he feels more comfortable wearing his mother’s knickers than his boxers?”
I giggle, loving my best friend for making me feel a little better. I also wouldn’t put it past her to still hack his Facebook even without my approval.
“No, but thank you. You’re the best.” I yawn.
Her yawn is louder, making me chuckle.
“Sorry. I’m just so tired and my back is killing me. So glad I don’t have class until half eleven,” she admits, stretching the kinks out of her back.
“I actually don’t have classes tomorrow so I’m going to spend the day cabbaged on the sofa watching movies.”
“I’m so jealous of you right now,” she groans. “Goodnight.” She yawns again as she steps into her room.
“Goodnight.” I wave, moving sluggishly to my room.
*** *** ***
The next day, I do exactly what I told Allie I’d be doing. She’s due back soon. We’ve planned to order in again and watch a movie before I have to get ready to go out tonight with Logan.
Allie can’t join me, so it’s the least I can do. She played my invitation off, saying she has to go into work early, but I know Allie. I know even if she didn’t have work early in the morning, she’d still find some way to decline. It breaks my heart not being able to spend time with my two best friends at the same time. But I know Allie enough to know that she has a good reason for disliking him. I just wish I knew what it was.
Speaking of Logan, he’s checked, double-checked, and then triple-checked to make sure I’m still attending his party tonight. It’s actually amusing.
The only person I haven’t answered is Alec. He’s tried calling and texting me since this afternoon. The fact it took him that long to contact me just tells me everything. He didn’t get home until this morning, or he stayed out all night.
The only good thing about knowing that is the fact he’ll be suffering today. Allie confirmed he was when she texted me an hour ago, informing me he looked like death.
Someone knocks on the door, and I grunt. It’s the second time this week that Allie has forgotten her key.
“Coming,” I shout out to her, running towards the door in my joggers and tank top. I open my mouth as I open the door, ready to tease the hell out of Allie, but it’s not her. It’s Alec.
Allie held back when she said he looked like death. He looks worse. His eyes are bloodshot, his skin pale white, and his body is slumped over a little as he looks at me with an apologetic expression.
“What?” I snap, feeling angrier now he’s standing in front of me.
“I’m sorry,” he starts, taking a step forward. Holding my hand to his chest, I give him a light push back. God, he even reeks of beer and vomit still. I wonder if he’s even been home and showered.
“Don’t. I waited up until I passed out from exhaustion for you to come and pick me up. I felt so fucking foolish. I should have just gone to bed after an hour of you not showing.”
“I can explain,” he pleads, reaching out for me once again, but this time, I take a step back, not wanting him to touch me.
“You don’t need to. I’ve seen your Facebook,” I bite out. There’s nothing incriminating about the picture. I’m only pissed about it because he looks like he’s having a good time, looking carefree, not looking guilty one bit about leaving me sitting alone at home.
“Facebook?” he asks, confused and clearly agitated. If he thought he could come and apologise, and I’d forgive him, then he’s mistaken.
“Yeah. Some chick posted a picture at half one this morning, and then that girl… What’s her name? Christie? She posted pictures of you guys all night and happily made sure to tag you in every single one of them.”
“Christie? She’s a friend. Look, I drank too much with the guys. Time passed and I just forgot.”
“I called you. You said you were on your way,” I tell him, feeling defeated. Arguing isn’t one of my strong points. It’s not in me to be angry or to get angry. I’m just not that person.
“I don’t remember. I’m so fucking sorry, Willow. So sorry. Please don’t break up with me. Please,” he begs, his eyes watering.
I can already feel myself giving in to him. Something about seeing him break in front of me shatters my resolve to stay mad at him. He really does look sorry, and it’s hurting me more to see him hurting like this.
“I’m not breaking up with you,” I sigh, opening the door for him. He steps in, looking unsure and so sorry for himself.
