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I'm afraid some of you may be slightly dissapointed with this chapter, since I thought it was a little too early to let Naya confess her love for Heather in her state of drunkness. ;)
I still hope you enjoy reading this, though!
Impossible Heartache
Chapter 7
"I don't like Mark in that way. I just... I want you-" For fuck's sake, I want you! Oh God, what was she saying? Did she just say that out loud?
She heard Heather breathing faster into the phone at her words. Naya felt her face turn a bright red color. She breathed in deeply as she quickly continued, trying to recover heself, " I just want you to give me advice..." she sighed deeply at her lame savior, "I mean, I do like Mark, but I'm just not sure if we would work out. I've always considered him as just a friend." she honestly continued, trying to hide the restlessness from her voice.
"Uhm," Heather tried to recover herself, "Well, Mark's a good guy. If this date changes your feelings for him, that's good, right?" She let out a small cough as she continued, "dating a friend can be weird, but it doesn't have to be." Naya felt her heart rate fasten.
"What if it would ruin our friendship?" She felt like she was more talking about Heather and her than about Mark and her, however Heather was obviously talking about Mark.
"If you really think you like him, that's a risk you should be willing to take." she said softly.
"But what if he hates me for it?" Naya found herself asking, still talking about Heather and her.
"Naya, don't be ridiculous. Mark likes you, you know that. Why on earth would he hate you?" Naya realized that her words must have made no sence to Heather. "Besides," she began softly, "I couldn't imagine anyone hating you, Nay."
Naya's heart fluttered in her chest at Heather's words. She felt a smile creep onto her face, and she wasn't able to talk for a while. She simply stood there like a drunk dork with a phone pressed against her ear with a huge grin on her flushed face.
"Naya?" Heather called into the phone, making sure Naya was still there, and hadn't passed out because of the alcohol when she didn't answer.
"Hmm," was all Naya was able to bring out.
"Just maybe cut down on the alcohol," Heather laughed into the phone.
Naya's heart sped up even more at the sound of Heather's twinkling laugh. She goofily giggled, feeling her face flush a bright red color. She must sound like a complete idiot right now. She felt like a teenage girl obsessing over the school's most popular guy. She smacked her forehead. Heather couldn't have this effect on her. She hoped that the alcohol would take her mind off of her, but it only made it worse.
"I should get back to Mark, he's probably wondering where I am," she said while stumbling towards the bathroom door, "If I'm able to walk." she added, when she almost tripped over her own feet.
"Alright well, be careful, NayNay." Heather said with a honestly concerned voice. "Don't do anything you don't want to do." She added with a stern voice.
Naya replied with a simple "Bye." as she hung up the phone, protecting herself from more humiliation as she let out a small squeak at Heather's concerned voice.
She walked out of the room into, and almost ran into a buff, tall guy that must have been about the same age as her.
"Sorry," she mumbled, as she tried to slid past him. He grabbed her waist as she nearly fell flat on her face, tripping over her own feet. "Thanks," she said as she recovered herself.
She felt the guy scanning her as she tried to avoid his gaze and decided to just look around if she spotted Mark anywhere.
"Hey, aren't you that girl from that tv show?" The guy finally said, trying to catch her gaze.
"Mhm," Naya simply replied, smiling politely as she tried to walk past him towards the bar where Mark and her had been sitting before.
The guy however grabbed a hold of her wrist and pulled her back towards him, "Hey, where are you going?" he said with a drunk voice. "Do you wanna dance?" he said as he placed his hands on her waist.
Naya uncomfortably tried to free herself as she turned around, "Not really." When the guy didn't let go of her, she dropped her hands alongside her body and looked up at him sternly, "Let go of me, please." she said annoyed, making sure not to sound pleading or scared. He grinned in response, and didn't make any hint of letting go of Naya's waist.
Then suddenly someone janked his hands off of her waist and pulled Naya back. Thank God, Mark. She stood half behind him, grasping a hold of his arm, trying not to tumble over. Mark angrily looked up at the slightly taller guy, who held his hands up defensively with a humorous grin on his face.
Naya looked at Mark's face. The look on his face scared her. He looked like he was about to explode into beating the crap out of the guy. She definitely couldn't let that happen. The guy hadn't really done her any harm, and it would have huge consequences for Mark. She dug her nails slightly into his arm, trying to get his attention, "Let's just go, Mark." she pulled at his arm, and his face finally turned soft again and walked away from the guy, Naya still clamping herself on his arm to keep herself from stumbling over her feet.
They walked over to the bar, Mark looking over his shoulder to give the boy that was still staring after them a stern look. Naya nearly fell off the barstool as she tried to sit down, and Mark had to grab her waist to keep her from falling. She mumbled miserably, rubbing her head with her left hand and grasping a hold of the bar with her other to keep herself from falling.
"You want me to take you home?" he asked her, searching her now pale face. She simply nodded, and leaned on Mark as he practically lifted her off the stool and half-carried her to his car. He helped her into the passanger's seat, and carefully leaned over her as he put on her seatbelt. She smiled at his diligence, as he closed the door and walked over to the driverseat.
Naya had falled asleep against the cool carwindow as she suddenly tumbled over because of the door being opened. Mark carefully held her by her shoulder as he fully opened the door, keeping her from falling out. She groaned as he pulled her up and she stumbled to her feet. She scolded at herself for feeling so miserable. Usually she could handle more than just five tequila shots, but she hadn't eaten anything since dinner, which definitely hadn't been a good idea.
"Come on, Nay." Mark softly said as he dragged her out of his car towards her front door. Naya nearly fell down a few times, before she discovered that not moving her feet at all caused less damage than trying to walk, so she let Mark drag her all the way. "Where's your key?" he asked when they finally reached the door.
She pointed at a dirty plantpot that was standing next to the door, and Mark searched the dirt with his hands, but didn't find a key. He looked back at Naya, raising an eyebrow. Naya smirked widely at him before she dug into her pocket and pulled out her housekey.
Mark chuckled as he grabbed the key from her and opened the door. "That was childish Naya, even for you." he said while clapping and rubbing his hands, trying to get the dirt off.
"Neighbor's cat always pees in there." Naya smirked, as Mark's face filled with horror. Naya tilted her head back and laughed loudly, almost falling over. "Just kidding! Don't worry."
Mark eyed her suspiciously, not convinced. He sighed and dragged Naya inside and closed the door behind him. She helped her to her bedroom. Naya let herself fall onto the bed, pulling Mark with her. She smiled widely at Mark, who had an uncomfortable look on his face. Their faces were only inches away.
They stared into eachother's eyes for a while before Mark finally opened his mouth, "I would kiss you, but I don't want you to do anything you might regret." Naya's smile faltered, "I don't think you would want this if you weren't drunk." he continued as he gave her a faint smile, getting off the bed. Naya lay there motionless and confused.
She couldn't think clearly anymore. She knew she was going to kiss Mark, and that she cared about him, but she also knew that it wouldn't have meant anything to her. She would have done it simply to make him feel good. She knew she wanted Heather, but she also knew that she couldn't get her. Maybe being with Mark would get her mind off of her, and make her realize that maybe being with Mark wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. Actually, she didn't think it would be bad to be with Mark at all. She just didn't love him in that way. But if she was with Mark, maybe she would finally feel loved.
Naya's silence confirmed Mark's thought, and he carefully leaned down to undo Naya's shoes, and pull the covers over her clothed body before leaning down and carefully kissing her forehead before walking out.
Naya smiled at his maintenance as she felt her eyes and limbs even get heavier. She didn't bother to change out of her clothes as she let herself slip into a deep sleep.
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