Beautifully Destroyed(15)

Chapter Eight





Cameron



“So, who is she?”

“Sorry, what?” I say to Scott and try to figure out where I got lost in this conversation. I know we were talking about some new music I was working on, but then I got lost in thought. Scott was working the beats for the song and my mind just wandered off to where it has been going a lot lately. Fate. “You were talking about your drums?” He shakes his head and chuckles. “Cecilia?” Hopefully, he was talking about his girlfriend.

“Man, who the hell is she? What girl has you so wrapped up that you aren’t out with ladies and I’m not having to clean up your messes? Whoever she is I need to thank her. I’m actually getting shit done.”

“Fate.”

“What’s fate?” Scott questions.

“That’s her name, fucker. Fate is everything a man wants and she’s damn near perfect too,” I say with a goofy ass smile on my face. Lately, I have been unable to keep this lovesick puppy feeling from shining through. It’s a damn neon sign above me pointing it out.

“So what’s got your head in the clouds? Need to rush off and put your head in something else?” Scott says and I slam my hands against the table, startling him. “What the hell, man?”

“Do not go there, I’m warning you. This isn’t about getting a piece of ass. I haven’t even kissed her unless you count her hand.”

“You don’t have to kiss her to get some, you taught me that,” he says with a wink, and I want to drop him right here with everyone watching. Instead of beating the hell out of my best friend, I just shake my head and give him a warning look. “Wow, all right then. So this is serious for you. So tell me about Fate. I have to hear how near perfect she really is and she must be to have you this riled up.”

“That’s just it. She is perfect to me in every way, but unfortunately she is destroyed in so many other ways.” Scott just looks at me as if he’s not getting what I’m trying to say. “She’s beautiful and she doesn’t even fucking know that shit. She just thinks she is invisible to the world and let me tell you she isn’t. But the rest of the female population has been to me after she ripped me a new one for screwing the neighbor.”

“You screwed the damn neighbor and she caught you? Well, she must be an angel to keep talking to you.” Scott never lets shit slide, not if he thinks it’s just me being stupid. Which until meeting Fate was a lot. He was always cleaning up my image.

“Ya. Well, they share a wall and she heard me banging the girl’s headboard off the wall. Then she got all sassy and banged on the wall, yelling at us. I was completely loaded and I made the girl say my name. That way she knew it was me on the other side.”

“You did not do that.” He’s shocked and I’ve done some pretty awful things in the past. “What the hell were you thinking? This is your roommate. You can’t swap her out, and you tried to piss her off the first night. Why would you do that?”

“I was thinking I didn’t appreciate that she looked me up then assumed I was everything she read. You know how I feel about being judged.” This isn’t a new thing for me. When people prejudge me I either find a way to prove them wrong or in Fate’s case do exactly what is expected. Never has that shit backfired on me and been thrown in my face before. “Then I walked in drunk out of my mind and she handed me my ass. It was the best and worst thing ever. She didn’t talk to me for weeks.” Scott just gives me a look as if he’s saying, ‘and you blame her?’ “I finally got her to talk to me and cleared the air. We seem to be hitting it off, but I just never know with this girl, she always has me guessing. Someone fucked with her, Scott, someone ripped her up and I’m not sure how to put her back together again.”

“Man, if she’s that damaged, why are you going there? Move on, be friends since you have to live with her but just move on,” Scott says and I just know I’m past that shit being an option.

“No one can beat this girl. I’m telling you, as shattered as she is, there isn’t anyone else that could make me take my eyes off her,” I say truthfully, not caring what kind of loser this makes me sound like to him.

Something catches his eye and he gives me this grin. “I don’t know, man, look at that girl there,” he says, pointing to the crowd walking by. When they clear all that’s left is one girl reading in the lounge. “She looks better than damn near perfect.” I smile at her and she smiles back, giving me a small shy wave.