My friend Jo was getting married in less than a week, and apparently I was expected to go to her future husband Kendall's bachelor party. Jo had been off all day at a day spa with her mother and her friend Camille.
They had invited me along if I wanted. I knew they weren't joking. But even more than the prospect of spending the day at a spa was the fact that it would be with Camille. That woman brought pain to me when ever she could.
"Hey Logie!" Someone was stumbling out of the strip club, and I narrowed my eyes trying to see who it was in the darkness. It was Kendall's friend Carlos. "Where you going?" I just shook my head. He was quite obviously drunk.
"Home." I said.
"Strip clubs not your thing?" The latino asked, grinning. I tried to protest but he kept on. "Me neither, those women in there are just … yuck." I did my best to ignore him getting closer and closer to my personal bubble as I reached for my car keys.
"You're drunk." I said matter-of-factly. Carlos shook his head.
"I got beat up by one of the girls." He said. "They're really strong." I winced, noticing the lump on his head where he must have gotten hit. I knew I was going to regret it but I had to ask anyways.
"Are you going to be okay?" I had unlocked the door by now and was getting ready to sit down in the driver's seat of my car. I didn't know why I cared, considering I had only met Carlos the day before, when I had learned about what they planned to do at the bachelor party. I wasn't even sure why he though it a good idea to be right beside me, breathing heavily on my neck. "I take that as a yes."
"Uh-huh." Carlos said, frowning when I sat down in the seat. I was about to close the door but he just kept standing there.
"Can I help you?" I asked. Carlos nodded and I found myself moving over into the shotgun seat so he could sit down himself. Because obviously it was a huge pain for him to have to go around so he could sit shotgun.
I wasn't letting him drive my car; I still didn't trust that he wasn't drunk.
"I just- I can't believe Kendall's getting married." Carlos said, leaning his head back into the seat and staring at the ceiling. "I've known him since we joined the elementary hockey team!"
"At least your friends aren't nagging you about why they're getting married and you're not." I said rolling my eyes as I leaned against the window beside me.
"Not even a girlfriend?" Carlos asked, and I shook my head wordlessly. "Well I guess that explains why you're out here instead of in there."
"And what about you?" I asked, making no effort to hide the irritation in my voice. I didn't get an answer beyond him just staring at me. "Anyways if you want a ride home I'll bring you but I'm not letting you drive." Carlos actually looked like he was ready to get out and let me move over, so I started to. "OW!" Carlos pushed me down, making me knock my head on the passenger side door. I didn't have much more time to think about it before he had crawled on top of me. "What the hell?" Carlos said nothing before leaning down and kissing me. I pushed him off me, keeping a hand on his chest to keep him away. "I knew you were drunk!"
"I have to be drunk to want you?" He asked innocently. I scowled trying to push him off me, but he didn't move.
"No but I'd have to be." I shot back.
"Ouch." Carlos said, but he still wouldn't move. "That hurts Logie." I jumped as he moved his hands down my hips. He settled his body down onto mine, and I gulped at the bulge I felt against my thigh.
"What did I just tell you?" I asked. Carlos just kissed me again and despite my original protest I found myself kissing him back.
We ended up getting so wrapped up in each other that I didn't even notice someone had come out to watch us until they tapped on the window of the passenger side seat.
"Hey!" It was Kendall. I could tell that without even looking. And from the position I was in, I was kind of hoping that maybe he couldn't see me.
Of course it was my car so he was probably assuming it was me in the first place.
"So this is where you two got too!" Kendall said. Carlos was distracted long enough so that I could push him off me. Sitting up, though, just confirmed Kendall's suspicions that it was me. "Jesus guys you could have at least told me.
"Get out of my car." I said weakly banging my head on the dashboard in front of me. it sounded like Carlos wanted to say something but I stopped him. "Just go." I didn't watch as he opened the driver's side door and got out, or when Kendall probably the only person who hadn't been drinking yet tonight laughed and said how he wished he had brought his camera.
