Chapter Four: Whasfucksgoinonn?
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"Ouch," I hissed, putting my coffee mug down to the table.
A very hungover Misty rolled over from her bed, glanced at me, and laughed lazily. Her greasy hair was messed up, a peice of it was clinging to her skin. She spoke like a frog was stuck in her throat. "Nice."
After seeing Parker last night, Misty had succeeded in getting me into Mickey's and making me drink a few beers. I was only a little hungover now, but I could tell Misty was going to be bitching about how she felt for a couple hours.
"Whatever." I said, taking my cup, blowing on the liquid, careful not to spill. "You want some coffee?"
"Mmm, sure," she stretched, her little A-cups moving with her. I poured some coffee into another a "World's Best Dad" mug. When she was done, she added, with a smile, "You're such a nice boyfriend."
I grimanced. "Yeah, sorry about that. I didn't mean to." I tried to take another sip; my tounge was still numb.
Shuffling over to her drink, she said, "It was funny, I have to admit. I thought her eyes were going to pop out of her skull when I gave you that goodbye kiss," Her throaty laugh sang through the air.
"Do you think..." I stared at my cup, then decided against asking my question. "Ah, never mind."
She took a long sip of her coffee. How is that I'm the only one that gets my tounge burnt on coffee? I thought. "Do I think what?"
"Do you think that," I chose my words carefully as she took another sip. "That maybe she was a little jealous?"
Now it was Misty's turn for her eyes to bug out. I thought she was going to choke on her coffee, or spit it out, but she just put down her coffee and started coughing hysterically.
When she finally got over her coughing fit, she asked, mid-cough, "So you're asking me," she paused, her eyes scrunched up at me in disbelief, "You're asking me if I think that she was a little fucking jealous?"
I nodded slowly. She shook her head. "Ray, Parker was more than a 'little jealous'. She was PISSED OFF. Like, a lot. Like, if you left for five seconds, she probably would have fucking jumped on me and started CHOKING ME, that's how jealous she was."
"Really?" I asked eagerly.
"Yes, really. God, Ray, are you that fucking dense? It's unbelievable that you guys got together like, at all." She finished off her coffee in another long sip, then walked over to the sink and threw it in with a crash. "I'm taking a shower. Wake up Greg and Hayden, okay?" She disappeared in the bathroom and I heard the hiss of the water turning on.
I finished my coffee and set my cup by the sink, then went into Greg's room, knocked on the door, and shouted, "Get up." He groaned, waved his hand in the air, and rolled around a little.
I walked over to Hayden's room, opened the closed door, and yelled, "Get up." I was about to turn around when I noticed that there was not only one lump in Hayden's bed, but two. I watched in shock as a girl, so familiar, yawned and sat up slowly.
I looked at her, she looked at me.
"Audrey? What the fuck are you doing in Hayden's bed?!"
She blinked a little, then her mouth dropped. "Ray? What the fuck are you doing in Hayden's apartment?"
As we stared at each other, shell-shocked, Greg sat up, his eyes drooping. "Whasfucksgoinonn?"
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"I cannot believe you hooked up with Hayden." I was making eggs for Audrey, Hayden and Greg. "I cannot believe you're here. Like, Roscoe. Just...wow."
Her mouth crinkled into a wry smile. "Why wouldn't I be at my high school reunion? I actually can't believe you showed up, Ray. After that whole thing with Parker and Robbie, you know?."
I gripped the spatula a little tighter as Misty walked out of her bathroom, drying her hair with a towel as she went. "Yeah, and he saw her yesterday too." She laughed. "One word: Awk-warrrd."
Audrey grinned at Misty. "You should have seen them at graduation."
"We didn't even speak to each other at graduation!" I said.
"Yeah, but your side glances and sad faces were enough," she smirked. "So did you see Robbie or Lily? Or Travis?"
"No, I haven't. Have you?" I let the eggs slip off the pan onto some plates.
"I saw Lily and Robbie not too long ago." Audrey said as she took a bite of her eggs.
"At her wedding to some rich music guy?" I asked her sarcastically.
She looked at me curiously. "How'd you know? Were you there?"
"Lucky guess. And no, I wasn't. I wasn't invited."
Greg rolled his eyes. "Dude, stop bitching about it. Maybe you weren't invited because of the fact that you completely ignored her and acted like a dick."
I threw the spatula in the sink. "I did not act like a dick! How would you react if your 'best friend' making out with your girlfriend, and your other best friend saying, 'you weren't that great anyway'."
Audrey took a sip of orange juice. "Weren't they drunk? People do crazy things when they're drunk."
"Yeah, like, sometimes, when Ray's drunk, he actually has fun," Hayden laughs.
"I always have fun," I protested.
"Well, when Ray was in high school, he always had fun," Audrey mused. "He was always cracking jokes, and he was this great emcee at Mickey's. Man, you could have really been something."
Misty looked at me funny, like she just drank something sour. "You never told me that."
"You never asked. Besides, it was a long time ago. Anyway," I waved my hand, to show that we should change the subject, "What have you been up to, Audrey?"
There was a slight pause as Audrey ran her fingers through her long, dark hair. Her eyes covered in black kohl closed slightly, showing me her expensive, packed on mascara. Then she opened them and studied her manicured hands, then finally spoke. "Good stuff, good stuff." She looked up at me. "I've been doing good."
I raised an eyebrow. "Really. Good stuff. Well...that's good. Do you care to elaborate on your good stuff?"
"I've met some good guys. I have a good job at an ad agency, in the business department. I have good money. Everything's just good." Her voice sounded strained.
Misty gulped down some orange juice then commented, "If everything is so good, then why don't you sound happy?"
Audrey scratched her arm. "Well," she pulled a peice of lint off her shirt. "Sometimes good is really effin' boring."
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