“Baby, this is what you came for!” Cris and I started to sing as we got out of the car, or rather, we dragged ourselves out of the car. Cris was already sober, but as for me, I was thoroughly drunk.
“I had a great time, let’s go back!” I urged him, trying to get back into the car, but I couldn’t lift my foot.
Someone grabbed me by the waist, pulling me away from the car door. “Stop it, Donovan, let go of me. I’m going back to that party.”
“I’m not Donovan, darling, and no, you’re not. You’re going to sleep like the good girl you are.”
“Who said I’m a good girl?” I held onto Donovan’s shirt, trying not to fall.
“Are you flirting with me?”
“Oh, you’re sooo funny. I love you so much,” I said, planting a kiss on his cheek. Everything was blurry, it was weird, the floor was moving under me.
“I love you too,” he assured me as we started walking in I don’t know which direction. Were we going to the bar? I wanted to hear him sing!
“No, you don’t love me like I love you.”
“Who am I?”
“Donovan.”
“Yes, I’m Donovan, now let’s go to your house.”
“Will you sleep with me?”
“So you left to meet up with him?” I jumped at the surprise. Donovan got out of his car and slammed the door shut.
“You were here and now you’re there! Show me how!”
“Let her go,” Donovan growled at the other Donovan. I looked at the Donovan holding my waist, and Cris appeared there.
Wow.
“She doesn’t want to be with you,” Donovan told Cris.
“That’s not true! Cris is my best friend who won’t let me sleep alone! Alone! Alone!” I slurred the last word, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t say it correctly.
Cris smiled and whispered something in my ear. “You’d better remember this tomorrow, bitch, you’ll owe me your life.”
“Really? Celina, do you love me?” Cris asked me. I nodded.
“I want to dance,” I informed him, trying to get him to let go of me, but his grip tightened.
“Fine, she won’t cooperate, but before she got drunk she assured me she wasn’t going to be with you anymore.”
“Did I say that?”
Donovan huffed. “She always says the same…”
“Followed by her sweet lips on mine.”
“Sweets lips on mine? Is it candy?”
“You’re lying,” Donovan’s eyes looked like they were shooting fire and I laughed.
“Ooh, someone’s angry, why is he so cute?”
“Do you believe me? I don’t have to. Tomorrow she can tell you, she’s not a liar.”
In an instant, Donovan teleported to my side, grabbing my waist, and Cris fell to the ground.
“Why are you on the ground, Cris?” I wanted to know, tangling my arms around Donovan’s waist. He tensed under my onslaught.
“Calm down, man! Why the hell do you care?” Cris interrogated, rubbing his red jaw.
Donovan clenched his fist in my dress and pulled me closer. “Because she’s mine, bastard! She’s fucking mine and if you touch her again…”
“I’m gay.”
Donovan went silent and then looked at me and then back at Cris. Didn’t he know? Didn’t I tell him?
“What?” he queried.
“I’m gay. She knew and didn’t tell you. I guess she likes to see you jealous. Shit, I got hard and was brutally beaten. By the way, you have a hell of an ass, God, I’ve been dying to say it.”
I’m sleepy.
Cris got up, brushing off his pants. “Look, even if you’re hotter than Zac Efron and all, let’s be honest, man, you don’t deserve her. Whether you like it or not, she’s too good for you… I know about your rumors, and I know she chooses to ignore them because she loves you. Damn, she loves you, I’ve never seen her cry or show any kind of emotion that wasn’t being a bitch, not even when Jessi hit her did I see her cry, and that’s saying a lot.”
I glared at Cris, I don’t know why, but his words were being a cold splash of water on my face and more so when Donovan swallowed nervously, as if he was considering what he was saying. I took his face and made him look at me. “You deserve me, don’t listen to him.”
His frown intensified as he saw how I tried to reassure him.
Cris let out a big sigh, and I threw daggers at him with my eyes. I’m going to kill him if he says anything else. He doesn’t know him like I do, he doesn’t know that he’s not as tough as he seems, he doesn’t know that he has damn feelings! And I hate that he makes him believe that because of his rumors he doesn’t deserve someone! I’d say that no one is damn deserving of him! The things he did to keep himself and the people he loved were admirable. Cris is my friend, but I was about to hit him.
“What I’m trying to say is that you should cherish her, you don’t come across girls like her very often, I fell in love with Celina in a couple of weeks. I know this sounds cliche, it seems like I’m exaggerating, but it’s not like that.”
“Who’s Celina, I know I don’t deserve her and I also know she’s incredible. But you don’t understand… I can’t stay away from her, but I also can’t have her as close as I would like.”
“Why?” I wanted to know.
“Why?” Cris asked for me.
Donovan cursed under his breath and shook his head. “I can’t tell you.”
“Remember that I’m here!”
“Fine, just don’t hurt her.”
“That’s what I’m trying not to do.”
With a final nod from Cris, he gave me a kiss on the cheek and left.
“Alright, party girl, let’s go to bed,” Donovan whispered in my ear. “Do you leave your bedroom window open?”
I moaned against his chest, feeling a throb in my head. Damn, the hangover is coming. Damn Cris for snapping me out of my drunken stupor.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”