Billionaire Flawed 2(169)

Even though I was angry at Brad, it was incredibly hard to keep my thoughts off him. He was the dumbest guy I knew, giving up so easily on such a great relationship for a fleeting one night stand.

I wondered who the girl was. Was she prettier that me? Was I just not that interesting anymore? Had we really told each other all our stories and become a boring couple? I couldn’t fathom whatever reason he had. Maybe it was just his twenty-two-year-old hormones taking over and ruining the one good thing he had.

I knew he was regretting it. My constantly ringing phone was a grim reminder of that. It was bothering me, so I turned the thing off. The less I thought about it, the better.

I felt like making some mistakes tonight.

It was only a ten-minute walk to the bar down the street. I took a seat and started regretting my decision to come. A few members of the Football team had decided to come out for drinks tonight as well. They were stirring up a raucous while playing pool.

I stayed out of sight and just stared into my glass, finishing drink after drink.

“Does the bottom of that drink look like an animal, too,” I heard Chris say from behind.

“What the hell do you want,” I said.

I slammed the glass back on the bar; I definitely slurred my speech.

“Whoa, take it easy. I’m just here to talk. Maybe get to know you a little better,” he said.

“Tonight isn’t the best night for talking to me.”

“And, why is that?” he asked.

If I were soberer I probably would have avoided saying anything, but what did I care right now.

“If you have to know; I caught my boyfriend of the last three years sleeping with some girl.”

Chris leaned back, surprised at what he heard.

“Okay, that’s a rough one. Here, let me buy you your next drink. I have a feeling you need it.”

I just nodded and rested my head on my hand.

“You know, you’re pretty cute,” I said, not realizing what I was saying.

“That’s not the first time I’ve heard that,” he replied with a laugh.

“I bet nobody would ever leave you if you didn’t want them to,” I said.

“Probably not, but I wouldn’t know. I don’t really stay with people too long,” he replied.

“Why the hell not,” I asked.

“It’s hard to stay with people for too long; you get stuck in a bunch of drama-”

He stopped himself mid-sentence, realizing he’d probably said a little bit too much.

“Let’s just say, I don’t like to be tied down,” he added, trying to smooth over a possible blunder.

“I get it; I get it. I’m sure I would’ve been the same way as you, but I just like being able to curl up with someone when I want to.”

“That sounds boring,” he replied, “I’m young and would rather meet as many people as possible. All that sappy girly stuff isn’t for me.”

I tried my best to focus my eyes on him; I wondered if he was really serious or just having a laugh. He seemed to be telling the truth.

“I bet you wouldn’t be saying that if you met someone that mattered,” I said, returning myself to my new drink.

“I’ll let you know when I meet someone that matters,” he replied.

“You’ve slept with half the women that go to this college, and you haven’t met a single one that mattered? That’s convenient,” I slurred at him.

He grabbed me to hold me in my seat; I’m sure I would have fallen out of it otherwise.

“Why would I bother getting involved with anyone here? Am I really going to see these people when I’m playing pro ball? I’d rather just have my fun while I’m here and move on.”

While his point may have been idiotic to hear, I did understand his meaning. We’re all in college for only a few years; a few gleaming years when you can do whatever you want without any real repercussions.

“I guess I kinda get what you’re trying to say,” I replied.

“Good,” he replied, “you should be having more fun. This recent ex-boyfriend of yours is doing it.”

“Don’t remind me,” I replied, taking another large swig.

“Okay, something else is bothering you, isn’t it,” he said.

“Yeah, and what do you really care?” I replied.

“Whoa, don’t throw me the attitude. I’m just trying to keep you from passing out on the bar,” he said raising his hands in the air in a gesture of innocence.

“Well, if you must know, I don’t know what I’m going to do after college. Brad was the only thing I was able to count on.”

“If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that you shouldn’t count on anyone.”