Chapter 2
"Kaylee, you’re drunk. I’m not going to talk to him."
"Why too good for him? And I’m not drunk," Kaylee replied as she swung her arms in the air almost spilling her drink.
Kaitlyn just shook her head.
"If you don’t then I will."
Kaitlyn looked back at Kaylee. "No you won’t."
"Yes I will. You. Need. To. Get. Laid. You need some sort of male in your life."
"I don’t."
"I beg to differ my friend. I swear you’re going to end up an old lady with a bunch of cats who scares off all the children in the neighborhood."
"Bullshit."
Kaylee rolled her eyes at Kaitlyn, "I don’t see how you are my friend. We are complete opposites. If you won’t talk to him I will and I’m not going to talk to him for you. I’m going to keep him to myself."
"I don’t care," Kaitlyn replied as she shrugged and then took another sip of her drink.
"Psh," Kaylee retorted as she walked off.
Kaitlyn watched Kaylee walk off and shook her head. Now she remembered why she didn’t want to go and why she never did go out with Kaylee.
"Talk to him," Kaylee pushed once again.
Perfect example why I don’t go out and I don’t drink often, especially with Kaylee. I love the girl to death. But when you get alcohol in her she turns into this… well to put it plainly, bitch. She turns into someone I can’t stand. She reminds me of the girls in high school who were head cheerleader and dating the captain of the football team or whatever. Those girls that just think that their shit don’t stink. Those girls were the main reasons why I am the way I am today. Part of me wants to thank them because I have this drive to succeed no matter to prove to everyone who though I’d never amount to anything that I can do something. And the other part of me wants to kill them because they put me through so much hell in my four years of high school that I was to a point in my life where I just didn’t want to be alive.
Now I’m not saying I was the school nerd or anything. I had friends. A fairly good amount of them, but I wasn’t popular. I sure did want to be though. So bad I would do anything to try and fit in with the ‘in’ crowd. I was smart. I actually enjoyed school. I loved to learn new things. So in the eyes of the people of the ‘in’ crowd I guess I was a nerd. But I was far from that, I had my wild side. I liked to party and do crazy shit. I was very diverse.
My senior year was the worst year of my life. It’s because of those people that I don’t want to be involved with guys. Why I strive to be independent. It was the beginning of senior year; I was so excited that it was finally over. The first day of school Brant Johnson sat next to me in my English class. He was the Brad Pitt of high school and he sat next to me and he started to talk to me. Little did I know that it was all a set up soon to blow up in my face at prom. To make a long story short and to make it less painful for me. Let’s say that Brant pretended to be interested in me for most of the year. In every possible way he made me believe that he liked me. Little ol’ Kaitlyn. I was baffled. But I dare not turn down the Brant Johnson. I’d be an idiot to do that. So I agreed to go to prom with him, but I never made it to prom. Him and his friends, including his girlfriend Shelly Cooper, decided to scar me for the rest of my life. The things they did and said as they pulled up in the white stretch limo outside my house, are things I will never forget.
And so I’ve kept my heart protected ever since. I had feelings for him and he hurt me. So I vowed to myself that I’d never let a guy into my life again. I know that sounds extreme but I just don’t think I can handle it. And I’ve just learned that I can be fine without a man. I don’t see it as a necessity and Kaylee among other people should just accept that and move on.
Ha, fat chance.
Kaitlyn sat on one of the bar stools with her legs crossed and her elbow resting on her knee with her hand propping up her head as she scanned the throng of people. It had been almost an hour since Kaylee stormed off and well Kaitlyn was rather bored. She had more to drink than planned and she wanted to go home.
She looked up to see Kaylee laughing hysterically as she stumbled her way over to her. She looked up to see whose arm was wrapped around her shoulders helping her walk. It was Nick. Kaitlyn’s eyes grew wide as she jumped off the stool and straightened her skirt before she started to walk, meeting them halfway.
"She’s a little drunk," Nick said as they met halfway with a smile.
Kaitlyn looked at Nick smiled politely and then looked back at Kaylee. "I can see that," She replied shaking her head and the pitiful sight of her friend.
"I figured I’d help her back over her because I didn’t think she’d be able to walk on her own," He replied grinning at her.
"I’m sure she’ll be grateful."
"Also she wouldn’t shut up about her friend Kaitlyn that needed to get laid," He replied smirking at her as Kaylee started to giggle.
What was God thinking when he created this man? Did he feel the need to make mere perfection? Or what? Seriously. So I am a 22 year old college student that loves the Backstreet Boys, so sue me. I like their music and well them being good looking is just a bonus. I never went to their concerts. I never had the desire to meet them. I just liked them for the music, nothing else. Their music was therapeutic. It served as more then enjoyment to me.
And now one of them is standing in front of me with this million dollar Colgate smile. And I was weak in the knees. I don’t think ever in my life I’ve ever been weak in the damn knees. The last guy that had this kind of effect on me was… Brant.
This guy was so completely gorgeous it was painful. But I couldn’t avert my eyes anywhere but him. The only thing that really wasn’t working for him was his hair. It was quite long, I remember it being short and spiked before, but this long hair do was not working for him. Even though with the long hair and a not very attractive shirt he was still gorgeous.
Ugh. Stop staring you fool.
"Hello?" Nick asked as he waved his hand in front of Kaitlyn’s face again as he started to laugh some more.
Kaitlyn snapped out of her little trance. "Yeah?"
"I asked if you want me to help you get her home because well to put it nicely I don’t think you can help her all by yourself."
Kaitlyn glared at him and then said, "I can do it just fine thank you." She said as she grabbed Kaylee’s arm and draped it over her shoulder as she held onto Kaylee’s waist and they headed to the door with Kaylee babbling on while Nick just stood there laughing.
"God, Kaylee how much do you weigh. Can’t you walk on your own damn?" Kaitlyn muttered as they continued to try to make it to the exit.
Kaylee stopped and stood up on her own wobbling a bit. "I didn’t get to say bye to pretty boy and his friends," She said as she looked back squinting trying to point out Nick.
Kaitlyn rolled her eyes and grabbed Kaylee’s arms. "Come on," She said as they started to walk again.
They finally made it to the doors and outside to Kaylee’s car. Kaitlyn pushed Kaylee in as she continued to giggle uncontrollably. Kaitlyn sighed and walked over to the driver’s side. She closed the door and looked at Kaylee. "Keys?" She asked holding her hand out.
Kaylee continued to giggle and then looked at Kaitlyn with a serious face. "I got his number," She said with a big smile.
Kaitlyn rolled her eyes and grabbed Kaylee’s little handbag and began to dig through it looking for Kaylee’s keys.
"I did, he said I could call him he is going to be in town for a while. He didn’t say you could call him. He said I could call him," Kaylee continued to babble as Kaitlyn started the car and turned on the radio to try and drowned out Kaylee’s mindless chatter.
Kaitlyn sighed once again as she pulled out of the parking lot and headed home.
"I think he likes you though," Kaylee said quietly before she laid her head on the window and passed out soon after.
"Great," Kaitlyn said as she looked at Kaylee, now she had to pretty much carry Kaylee up to their apartment.
Another thing I can’t stand. Drunk people. Not sure why they just disgust me in some way. I’ve never quite understood the concept behind getting shit faced. What would be the purpose? I mean I drink, occasionally, when I go out which isn’t that often. But I’ve never really gotten drunk. I think it’s ok to drink every once and a while and well if you happen to drink more than planned and you end up feeling no pain, then that’s great. But every night? I’m not saying that Kaylee is some sort of drunk. But she does it a lot and well it bugs me. That’s all.
I don’t know I’ve never really enjoyed the aftermath of getting drunk. The hangover. Not really remembering everything. Not the best things really if you ask me. But I don’t think any less of her just sometimes I worry I guess. Oh, god I don’t know I’m just rambling on now.
Yes, rambling another side effect of a good looking male. Good thing I didn’t stay talking to him long or I would have made a complete ass out of myself. I haven’t rambled in a while. So, I guess he did have some sort of effect on me. But you know it’s not like I’ll see him everyday or something. I usually ramble when I met a good looking guy that in someway intimidates me, in some way shape or form. But that’s just ridiculous.
Granted, drunk people are fairly amusing but when I used to go out a lot I got a lot of attention from drunken old men who just wouldn’t leave me alone. So that might be where I get my dislike for drunk people.
"Kaylee?" Kaitlyn asked as she pulled into their driveway.
No response.
"Kaylee?" Kaitlyn asked louder as she parked the car.
Still no response.
Kaitlyn rolled her eyes as she started to shake Kaylee ever so gently.
Kaylee started to moan a little.
Kaitlyn smiled and continued to shake her.
"Stop it," Kaylee mumbled as she sat up slowly holding her head.
"We’re home."
"Fun," Kaylee replied as she opened the door and fell out of the car, literally.
Kaitlyn got out and ran over to the other side and started laughing as she leaned against the car. "Smooth," She said as she helped her up.
"Fuck you."
"Guess you aren’t that much out of it," Kaitlyn muttered as they headed up to their apartment.
Kaylee just groaned in reply as they started to walk up the stairs to their apartment.
Kaitlyn collapsed onto the couch after she finally got Kaylee in her bed. She sighed thinking how much she really hated acting like her mother all the time. But that’s how she was she felt the need to take care of her.
She reached over and turned on the TV and started flipping through the channels. Obviously there isn’t much on at three in the morning. But finally she decided to just go to bed. But once she got settled in bed she couldn’t go to sleep. So she turned her TV on and left it on MTV, since they play music videos she figured that might help her go to sleep.
She leaned against the wall as she watched the latest video from Linkin Park. She was slowly starting to fall asleep when she heard familiar music start to play. She opened her eyes to see Nick on the TV, his video ‘Do I Have to Cry For You’ she had never seen this and she found herself growing even more intrigued as she turned it up.
Before the video was over Kaitlyn turned the TV off she didn’t need to watch anymore. She was already getting the butterflies fluttering around in her stomach and she didn’t need that in her life right now. Period. End of discussion. Or so she thought.