Chapter Forty One

"The longer I'm single, the longer I'm available to such shit." Marissa whispered to herself. She pulled out her cell phone, and without thinking, started to type a text message to none other then Ryan.

Meet me tonight at Café Rose at 7 don't be late.

Marissa pressed sent faster then she could check her own plans if she was busy. She didn't care. Getting back together with Ryan was the best thing she could do right now.

When Ryan got the message after school, he grunted. Now she wants me back, he thought reluctantly. He snapped his cellular phone shut. He didn't want to see Marissa. Apparently she wanted a break- this break wasn't over. Ryan didn't understand why he was acting this way in spite of his constant longing to hold her in his arms. So what would he do? Just surrender a go, or put up a fight? Ryan wouldn't show up- that's what he officially decided. Seconds later, he received another text message.

I know you don't want to come but you have to, He read. Marissa was so persuasive- and yet he didn't want to go at all. He didn't feel obliged to go and look into her eyes and forgive her.

When seven o'clock came, Ryan was walking up to the Café Rose. He didn't know why, but he possibly pitied the poor thing that wanted to see him so bad. As he looked in the window of the Café, Marissa was there alright. There with a girl. Ryan shivered- she was there with the bi-princess of the school- Alex. He shivered- was she planning to tell him her plans for the future.

Ryan pictured it in her head.

"Ryan, I needed a break. A break from men. Men are pigs. Woman are so much sexier." He imagined Marissa saying. Quicker then he could object, he was leaving- he hadn't even gone inside.

Marissa glanced at her watch, "Alex, I told you I never wanted to see you again. You're pising me off. Just leave. I'm meeting Ryan now, it's my time to better things with him. He can't see you here, or he'll think that I'm up for you. Ew. God. Just leave, before my boyfriend thinks I'm like you." Marissa pleaded in a tense, bold tone.

"Marissa, I don't want to be with you. You have to understand. Friends and girlfriends are two very different things." Alex said quickly, before she left.

"Yeah, with a four letter word in front of it that can ruin a rep completely. Some people don't distinguish the four letter addition to 'friends'. Rumours will start; Like I told you before, I don't need it. Leave me alone." Marissa said coldly, and finally Alex left.

Marissa kept glancing at her clock. Order after order, her drinks were stronger. Starting off with water, advancing to drinks, then hardcore cup fulls of the real stuff. Marissa was going to be drunk in a matter of minutes, judging by the liquids she drank. She didn't even take under consideration that Ryan might have been late, because he wasn't. She knew he wouldn't show. And for this, she felt miserable.

"Waiter, I need one more 100." Marissa hiccupped as she rolled her eyes at the waiter. She was shifting around in a jelly motion seconds at a time- her voice was sickening and high.

"Miss, we only sell alcohol to sober guests. You're no longer sober, honey." The waiter said in a deep voice.

"Fine!" Marissa said making a scene, "Then I'll pay you to sleep with me. 'Cause that's what I need right now. My boyfriend didn't show. My boyfriend hates me. A chick thinks I'm les. My life is fcking messed. Sleep with me baby, you're pretty hot." Marissa said as her head twirled around slowly.

"Miss, you're drunk. I'll call a cab." Marissa grasped the waiter's arm. He was getting nervous.

"Come on now. I know you need it too. Please satisfy me, please me, caress me. I need this." Marissa gulped. The waiter escaped the drunk woman's hold, as he went to call a taxi cab. Marissa was left, barely alive against the table. Her face was almost spattered in the evening meal. She had waited, and waited and waited for Ryan. It was now past 10. Marissa couldn't believe why Ryan had let her poison herself with alcohol. Why hadn't he just showed up?

The only reliable thing showed up. A taxi cab driver pulled up in front of the café. The waiter dragged the screaming Marissa out of the café. He smiled as he carefully put her inside the car. The driver looked at Marissa scrupulously. The waiter begged him to take her home, unharmed.

A measly fifteen minutes later, Marissa was crawling back to her house. Julie opened the door, and almost had a seizure when she saw her beautiful daughter spread out on the ground, dirtying her glamorous clothes. Marissa had only managed to get home, before she passed out. Julie carried her home, and dropped her on the couch. She was too angry to do anything else- as angry as she was, she was happy nevertheless that she made it home.