XXXIII
XXXIII
"Fuck boys!!"
"They are assholes!!!"
"They are the worst!!!!"
The cheap beer my friends and I were able to get from the convenience store was talking.
"And this is exactly why we quit being boys!" James pointed at himself, Quinn and Sara as she spoke.
"Girls are way better than boys, and we are way better alone!!" I shouted at the top of my voice.
They chorused a yes, as they chugged down more of the cheap beer.
How did you get here? Luckily that's information I'm willing to share.
The text message that came from no other than Noah made it abundantly clear that he was a class A asshole, infact he was all the classes, from A through to Z. He had ignored me, pretended to not know me, embarrassed me and then made me feel like I was dumb or something.
And after that he sent me a text, acknowledging the fact that he was actually toying with me. Maybe he was the one that wanted me to be his call girl.
When I told my girls everything, they suggested we channel our energy into drinking, it was the best idea, but honestly? They always needed an excuse to get drunk. Nothing more.
"Canadian hotties are the worst!!" I scream.
I hope my explanation brought you up to speed, well if not. Listen care fully, we are drinking in my apartment, blaring music from Lee's loud speakers, but the volume was turned down so we could curse at them a little bit.
"Who the fuck is she talking to?" Quinn asked me.
Mariana shook her head, she was not a light weight but he actions whenever she drank was sloppy.
"Whenever she drinks and she is angry, she thinks she is in a fairy tale land, or a reality show or something because she assumes people are actually interested in her life enough to watch her.
They start laughing, but because they are obviously intoxicated, the laugh sounds like barks. I roll my eyes at them. Immature lots I tell you.
I took a swing of my cheap beer, and that's when I got the idea, perfect idea. We had to send him a response to his text right? That's what text etiquette dictates.
"Guyss!! I have an idea! Let's text him back!"
They seized to laugh immediately, and started cheering instead. Somehow Terry's angry voice asking us to keep shut got past my drunken state and hit me.
"Shit the fuck up Terry! You're a guy too, you're an asshole! Just like the rest of them! Only difference is, you're a big, huge asshole!" I knew I said too much but tell that to the beer.
"Fuck Terry, let's text Canadian hottie." Mariana said from the floor, don't ask me how she got there, but she was there.
"Truth be told, I totally do want to fuck Terry." Quinn laughed.
"Ewwwww." Sara and James chorused.
I raised a brow at Quinn, making a mental note to do a little bit of match making in the nearest future for her sake.
"Where's your phone?" Mariana had somehow walked to me, she was pressed to the wall, using the wall for support as she walked.
I searched my hands, I couldn't find it. As I turned to find my bag, the room spinned, I caught myself just in time before I face planted the floor. My bag was thrown haphazardly on the floor, must have been when I came in.
"Found it!" I shrieked as I pulled out my phone.
It started to vibrate, indicating a call was coming. Even with my drunken eyes, I saw that the caller ID was not saved meaning I didn't know the person, and the number was unfamiliar.
"Girls, girls, he might be calling!"
It piqued their interest because everyone stopped talking, they signalled me to pick it instead, like if they talked he'd somehow hear them.
"Hello?" I asked as I accepted the call
"You MOTHER FUCKING PIECE OF GARBAGE! YOU THINK YOU'RE ALL THAT BECAUSE YOU'RE A CANADIAN HOTTIE? WELL LET ME TELL YOU, YOU ARE ALL THAT BUT IT WILL NEVER GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO TREAT MY BABY GIRL WRONG!" Mariana ranted into the phone without pausing for air.
The line was quiet for a while, my friends cheered Mariana for what she did.
"Oh my fucking God, Mariana you still haven't grown up?" The person on the other end asked, her tone was mocking.
"Is that how Canadian hotties sound? Like snubbish Karens?" James asked.
I blinked, trying to clear the fog in my head as I tried to remember where I heard the familiar voice.
"Karen!!" Mariana and I gasped together.
"Oh wow, her name is really Karen? Sucks to be her." James laughed.
I'd laugh too but I hated this girl and I needed to know how she got my number and why she was calling me.
"Glad to see you remembered me, so Mariana went down that road huh? If you can't beat them, join them. You joined her to spiral downwards, you can stop now, or you'll be like her, lost forever."
Listening to her talk was torture, instead of going back and forth with her I asked,
"Why the fuck are you calling me for?"
"Even for one second don't use such language."
"Sorry mom, what the fuck do you want?
"My wedding is the day after tomorrow, I thought to invite you.. and your sidekick."
She used that joke so much it wore out, but it was the best her brain could come up with so I guess we're stuck with it.
"I am not your friend or family, why the fuck would I be present for your marriage??" The alcohol had started to wear off, headache was forming in my temples.
"I thought you might be interested to know, the groom is Fred Evans."
I stopped breathing. Mariana looked shocked, the rest of them looked confused.
"My boyfriend and I will check our schedule and be there." I blurted.
Everyone turned to look at me, I shrugged.
"Boy.. boyfriend?" She stuttered.
"Yeah.. works at Bavard, might be busy.. might not be.. I'll let you know."
"Bavard??" Now she sounded flustered.
Liking the upper hand I had in the conversation, I smirk
"If you'll excuse me, I have a boyfriend to check on."
I disconnected the call and screamed.
"Why on earth did I just lie?"
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