Change my past one last time

I want to tell you a story. It´s not a typical one, at least I hope so. It´s a story of a girl who messed things up and tried to make them right again. It all started with a party, a guy and a whole lot of tequila.

"Stella? You need to see this!" Selene called me.

Although I tried to ignore her, I couldn't. So, I put down my glass and followed her voice. After walking like a meter, I found myself having trouble standing up straight. Finally I reached her.

"Yes, I see you, is there anything else?" She nodded and rubbed her eyes, she was drunk, I could see that. With one drink in one hand and another in the other , she pointed to the car. I looked where she instructed me, but nothing was there.

"I see nothing," Selene looked at me like I was blind, which was almost true.

"Wait a second!" I told her and took my glasses out of my little black bag. I put them on and what I was about to see, lets just say, I did not see that coming.

There was my soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend with a girl. And as he was exploring the land where thousands of men have been before , I walked up to him. I sat on a big rock just a few meters away from him, took a sip of my good friend – The Alcohol.

"Hey, need some help?" I asked with a stiff voice and showed him a condom I was hoping to use later. He looked at me and was about to send me away, but after realizing that it was me, not some random drunk.

"Oh! Stella, I can explain," he said right away, he let the girl go and as he did that, she fell on the ground, leaning against the car, legs separated and hands on her lap, classy I have to say.

"That is so funny, ´cause I can explain it, but I have a feeling that my explanation is a little different from yours." He made a face. "Baby, she means nothing. I was just testing my limits, to see how far can I go. I love you, you know that." That was about it.

I know when a person lies, it's like my thing.

"Yeah, sure, that's exactly what is happening." So, I stood up and tried to punch him in the face, sadly I missed and almost fell right next to our sleeping beauty.

I took a second to stand up and and gave my best swing. It worked. He was on the ground now. Screaming random words in Russian. Now I knew that it was bad, because he only knows the dirty ones. I screamed at him and after a few minutes some people came to see the show.

And to finish it for once and for all, I said - "And for all the things you have done, the worst thing is that you have a…." So it tried to show the size of his situation, I made it look no bigger than a matchbox. People around me made big eyes and when he spotted that, he started denying it. Well I guess that was proof enough. Luckily I haven't seen it, and now I don't even want to.

I picked up my bag, which had fell under the car after my not-so-good punch and gave him a last look and started to walk back home. I know that I ruined his night, because no girl wants him for some time after another girl says that a mans situation is no bigger that a matchbox. I was proud of myself and also sad, because I really liked him, but a jerk is a jerk, no point on crying over him. No matter what happens I will not cry. But as I thought the word „cry", a waterfall started from my eyes. Yeah , the power of nothing. And to top off my night, a car slowed down next to me.

"Where are you heading young lady?" A man asked and as I was to flip the guy off, I saw that the man was a cop. I was so in trouble now. Yey !