Wasted

And days passed by, Anne and I always spend all night long talking or doing something else. Meanwhile, Matt was making out with Rachel around the hotel. Good boy! I taught him.
Anne said she was kind of jealous, but we both had already suffered enough because of jealousy, and I convinced her that a distracted and happy Matt was better, because he wouldn't be in our way. Almost.
Our last day was hotter than the others, Matt and I spent the day out with the guys buying things for the last luau, and the girls, of course, stayed on the rooms getting ready.

And finally our last day in Hawaii had started. I was wearing white jeans and a basic blue shirt, and I had a little discussion with Anne before leaving the hotel because she insisted on wearing a really short skirt. I know we were on the beach, but there were a lot of unknown guys, and I knew what they wanted. But she refused to change, and I didn't insist, so things wouldn't be tense.
We got to the beach, it was full, people were excited, and our mission was: having fun. Rachel's friends were on the same vibe as Matt and I, we started with tequila doses, but I guess heat was stronger than alcohol, so we moved to bottles of tropical cocktail. On the second one, my eyes were getting heavy, it was one of the first symptoms, and that was good. I needed a few more bottles.

A guy asked me to play something on the guitar, so we sat around the bonfire. While I was trying to remember if I was left or right-handed, Anne told me she was going for a walk with Rachel, and I don't remember what I replied, but I wished they hadn't gone looking for a good looking hawaiian guy. So I started playing, and I don't know wether I was playing bad or people were singing wrong, but we had to stop in the middle of every song to laugh.

Third bottle, I give up on the guitar. Fourth bottle, Matt and I started dancing. Fifth, I wasn't feeling the sand below my feet anymore, my shirt was opened and one of the guys convinced me to go jump on the sea, from the rocks.

I couldn't remember exactly, but I think we went to the other side of the beach, and on the way I must have fallen about 4 times. They knew the place, and when we got there, I lost the guts. It was too high, and I couldn't swim at the moment. But actually, cold water would do me good. But I'd rather sit and watch them jump, it was very funny.

When Matt did it, something happened to me, my heart was racing, my head was hurting, I couldn't breath for a few moments, I guess I was afraid he might get hurt, but when he showed up wet and laughing behind me the feeling continued, so I thought about Anne.
I didn't know how long we had beed there, I was anxious to leave, but I was still very drunk, I couldn't even walk, but I remember asking Matt to get us out of there, because the girls may be looking for us.

It was hard to go back, my head was hurting a lot. I was leaning on Matt, and I had the impression there was a guy bringing a girl in his arms further away.
That's just what I needed. I was hallucinating.

"You see that Matt?"

"See what, Bro?"

"A guy bringing a girl..."

"It's a mermaid, he just rescued it..."

He was worst than me.

We got closer to the bonfire, it looked the same at least, and there was a lot of people gathered around something, or someone... Matt asked me, as if I knew the answer...

"Gee man, what's going on?"

How will I know?

"I don't know, but you girlfriend is there..."

He yelled, making everybody look at him.

"What's up Rach? Fight?"

People spread and I couldn't hear anything because a guy was playing his guitar, but she answered, angry...

"Where the fuck were you, jerks?"

WOW! Just because I was a little drunk, my clothes were dirty and I was wearing a lei, that doesn't mean she can call me a jerk… but the rest of the sentence made me shiver…

"It's Anne, can't you see it? She's hurt!"

Matt dropped me on the sand. Hurt? Who did it? I wanted to throw up. I asked or a guy to help me get up, and I only heard the end of Rachel's explanation.

"...and the guy was already carrying her…"

Guy? What? Where were they? I was seeing red, I wanted to know who was the guy, so he could explain what the fuck was he doing with her…

"What guy?"

Apparently, Rachel didn't want to tell me the truth.

"I don't know him!"

I looked at Anne, her head was on Rachel's lap and I went mad.

"What guy Rachel, show me him!"

But the guy himself answered the question, and I turned around to face him, he was thinking he was Super Man...

"What were you doing with her, jackass?"

"Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter, answer my question!"

"If you care so much about her, you should have been by her side when a group of jerks like yourself were trying to take her clothes off..."

He could only be joking, that wasn't happening, this guy was at least trying to make out with her somewhere, I didn't think twice, I punched him on the face, Matt got into the fight too, and soon there was chaos, I must have kicked and punched some other people, and from that mess I looked back and saw Rachel taking Anne away.
I wanted to run and talk to her, but first I wanted to kick his ass.

But I couldn't, he was much taller than me and was sober, I guess he didn't want to continue the fight because he knew he was gonna hurt me, but before leaving, he grabbed my shirt and said...

"If you really care about her, you shouldn't be here you big baby..."

I didn't want to admit it but it made sense, and even though I was feeling bad, I couldn't blame on the alcohol. I was mature enough to know I had the wrong attitude, I should have worried about her first, not just fought with a guy to prove my masculinity… I looked at Matt, he was still fighting with a guy...

"Matt, let's go! I need to talk to Anne, I'm an idiot, I didn't even ask if she was okay, I need a shower, I'm not feeling good yet!"

I guess I stopped a few times on the way, my stomach was sick, Matt wouldn't stop talking about the fight that I was trying to forget, we found Rachel close to the hotel, she was running, Matt grabbed her.

"Where are you going?"

She took a deep breath and answered.

"After you guys! Anne asked me to... Where were you? Why took you so long?"

She just wouldn't stop talking, I had to interrupt.

"Rachel, explain to me what happened…"

I was afraid to know the truth.

"Oh David, Anne didn't say much, but I went back to the party to get more drinks, and apparently meanwhile a group of locals showed up and tried to… you know…"

I'm glad she didn't say the word, I didn't want to hear.

"What about that guy, why was he there?"

She was sharp.

"Because you weren't."