After ditching Jake, Bella proceeded to party like she was 17-years-old again. She'd get so hammered that she'd have to go home by 11, if she was having a good night, and then be able to get to work the next morning without feeling too shitty about herself.
The only bad thing was seeing her hooked up with anyone. Literally anyone. She made out with a woman for the first time. Just so this guy would buy her drinks for the rest of the night. I think the girl she made out with tried taking her home, too, until she realized how much of a mess Bella was that night.
God must've really felt like dealing me a lucky hand by making me Bella's friend and forcing me to have feelings for her as well. Watching her get drunk and make out with bearded men more often than not was absolutely heart-wrenching. I mean, it was fucking hilarious, but she crossed the line after one week of that shit. Now it was just getting old. And I was starting to get a little possessive.
"Tried making out with pop rocks in my mouth. It was magical," she texted me one night. And then followed up with, "Why aren't you here? I feel pathetic being at the bar alone."
I texted back, "Well, you are being kind of pathetic. Besides, I worked at the restaurant til just now, and tomorrow is a big day at school. Sorry."
"Ouch."
Well, the truth hurts, sweetheart.
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