33: Stop being childish...
You had to be shitting me.
Why the fuck was Greg standing at my fucking door?
I stared at him, my jaw clenched as he shifted from foot to foot, before he spoke.
"Drake, I think we need to talk."
"Listen man, I'm not interested in talking to you. So fuck off."
He frowned at me as I glared at him.
"What part of that didn't you understand?" I growled, as he held his hands up.
"I'm not here for me. I'm here for Victoria."
I even hated her name on his lips.
"So spit it out, then you can leave."
He pushed his messy blond hair back as I scanned him quickly. He was a good looking guy- but so was I. I wasn't sure what it was about him that irked me so much, but he did.
"There is honestly nothing going on between me and Victoria."
"But you'd like it to be different, wouldn't you Hamlet?"
He frowned in confusion as he narrowed his eyes at me.
"I don't know what the fuck she sees in you, to be honest, but she does. So this is me asking you to please go and see her. She deserves better than this."
"You're a cheeky cunt, turning up here and-"
"Drake, I'm not trying to get your girl. If you are the sort of guy she wants, it couldn't be further from me," he sighed, as I stared at him.
"You want to fuck her. I can see it when you look at her."
"Whoa, let's get it straight right now. That girl is marriage material, not a fuck."
I raised my eyebrows at him as he stepped forward, his face close to mine.
"Like it or not, I'm her friend. Go and fix your relationship or don't, but stop treating her like shit. She's been through enough. Stop being childish."
My fist connected with his face before I could consider my actions, and I pointed at him as he held his nose, groaning in pain.
"Don't tell me how to handle my business. Now fuck off."
"Fucking prick," he spat, as he shook his head at me. "I hope she fucking leaves you. You don't deserve her."
"Oh and you do, right?" I roared, following him down the steps.
"No! This isn't about me. If it's not me, it's gonna be someone else. This is about you and your insecurities."
I watched as he walked to his car, still holding his nose which was bleeding. My knuckles throbbed and I knew I'd gone too far.
She wasn't going to speak to me now.
I watched as he drove away, my heart thudding in my chest angrily. He thought he could come here and tell me about my affairs? Fucking cunt.
I walked back into my house, slamming the door shut behind me as I sank back onto the sofa, the game before me no longer holding any interest for me.
I had probably overreacted at the party, but I'd hated the comments I'd heard as he walked in.
She wore the tiniest dress, her beautiful face plastered with make up as she tottered over in stupidly high heels. Words like hooker, slut and stripper were mentioned. People thought she was paid to come in and strip, for fucks sake. Then she had done that fucking dance with Shannon, and I'd snapped. That was before I saw Greg. In fairness, he didn't do anything, he was just there.
When she left, I'd sat drinking. I should've gone after her, but I was too angry and if I dared admit it; embarrassed. So when I saw Greg leave, a worried look on his face, I let it go. I'd even joined in a game of spin the bottle for fucks sake- kissing some random chick just to try and forget Victoria. In a way I did it because I knew if she found out she would never speak to me again.
I just couldn't believe she would turn up like that, making a show of herself.
Maybe we were just too different.
I didn't call her, and when I saw her the following day looking exactly like the girl I loved I felt my heart break.
She had been sat with him.
I got my coffee and left, determined to not look back, when she had followed me out.
I just couldn't get past the problems I had created, and I didn't blame Greg. I blamed myself.
Either way I had fucked up, and now I'd only gone and smashed her best friend in the fucking face.
It was all such a mess.
I just didn't know what to do next.