"Hello."
"Hi." I continued to look at him, and he raised his eyebrows at me.
"Nice weather out today."
"Yeah…" My mouth suddenly felt like a wool sock.
"Are you okay?" The man put his hand on my shoulder, and I stumbled back. My head got heavy, and the world around me was spinning ridiculously fast, in different directions. "Are you okay? Are you okay? Are you okay?" I kept hearing his soft voice in my head, as if he was inside my mind, squeezing everything in my brain out, just so the only thing I thought about was him. I closed my eyes, trying to dismiss the image of the spinning room, and when I opened them again, everything was normal. Except for the fact I was lying in the middle of the floor in Tim Horton's, and everyone was staring at me.
"Are you okay? You fainted." One of the female workers with too much eyeliner on studied my face.
"I-I I'm fine." I cleared my throat, and sat up. I got an insane wave of head rush, and held my head in my hands.
"Will you be able to drive home, sir?" She rested her cold hand on my back, and I shook it off.
"I'll be fine." I looked around me, and noticed the man was gone. "Hey, where's that man that was just here?"
"What man?"
"He had like, wavy black hair, and he was wearing a black jacket, and jeans. He was behind me in the line up."
"Sir, there was no one behind you."
"I was talking to him!" She looked at the other people staring at me like I had gone crazy, and lowered her eyes back to me.
"Sir, my manager can escort you home."
"Look, you listen to me. I'm not a fucking loony toon. I know what I saw, and that man was standing behind me. You either saw him, or you didn't."
"I didn't see him sir." She spoke quietly, shocked at my outburst. I went to stand up slowly, not wanting to pass out again.
"Would you like a coffee sir?"
"Fuck the damn coffee! After that I need a shot of vodka." I stumbled out the doors, feeling their eyes on my back. I climbed into the Mustang, and felt around for the keys. I stuck them in the ignition, and fastened my seat belt. I took a few deep breaths, trying to figure out what just happened. I look at strange man, and I faint. I rubbed my temples, and reached for the wad of money I took off the fridge. I'm sure Kevin wouldn't mind. I eyed my surroundings, and noticed a liquor store a street over. Meh, a case won't hurt. I put the car into gear, and drove over to my destination. I parked, and walked in. I picked up a case of Bud, grabbed some vodka, tequila, B-52s, and some whiskey. I walked over to the counter.
"Party?"
"Party."
He eyed me weirdly, and I bought the alcohol. I walked out to the car carefully, not wanting to drop anything. Fuck, he didn't even I.D me. I chuckled to myself, and loaded the goods into the back. I crawled in the front seat, the whiskey bottle in hand, and started to chug. I began to drive as well, not towards Kevin's, but around town. I had almost ¾ of the bottle down when I decided to go home. I pulled in crookedly, and sat, finishing off the bottle. When it was empty, I grabbed what was left of the wad of money, and I noticed something else. A letter with Kevin's name on it. I grabbed that, and hobbled to the door. I knocked politely, I don't know why, and Kevin opened the door looking pissed.
"Where the fuck have you been?!" He grabbed me by the collar, and flung me in on the now empty couch.
"Aww, I think Kevy has a wittle crush on me." I laughed, and Kevin grabbed me by the shirt, hauling my face up to look into his eyes. I continued to laugh, and he must have smelled the alcohol on my breath.
"Now I know why she hated you so much." He flung me back against the piece of furniture, and started to walk upstairs. I was speechless. I sat and I stared open-mouthed at nothing. She hated me? How did Kevin know? But most of all, she hated me?