A Real Disaster (6 page)

It was easy to get me drunk since it was
my first time drinking that much.

I tugged at Turner’s arm, attempting to
get his attention, but he didn’t feel it. He screamed at the top of his lungs
at the music and fist bumped the guy next to him. Turner was having the time of
his life but I had no idea why. If Turner hated Nash so much, how could he
enjoy the music so much? Didn’t that contradict each other?

It had to be the alcohol.

Finally the music stopped. My ears were
ringing but the pounding in my head became worse. I felt nauseous and
disoriented.

Was I really drunk?

I started laughing to myself. Who asks
themselves if they are drunk or not? Most already know the answer to the
question. Turner downed the rest of this drink and then turned to me. His
cheeks were rosy red and his eyes were glazed over.

“Alright all,
The
Renegation
are taking a little break.
The other band is going be filling in for us for a bit. Rock on!” Nash said and
the band exited the stage.

A bunch of college girls screamed Nash’s
name even though he wasn’t on stage anymore. He could probably get a date with
any of them.

“Isn’t this awesome?!” Turner cried as
he squeezed my hand.

“I don’t feel that great,” I admitted.

Turner’s face contorted into a look of
concern.

“You look… Sick.”

“I think I am. I’m sorry, Turner. Now
I’m
the one who is ruining the date.”

I took a breath but it only made me more
nauseous.

“I think I need to go back to the dorm
and sleep this off.”

Turner looked at the stage, then at me,
then back at the stage. It was obvious that he was torn about leaving the
concert or leaving me.

What a first date this was.

“I can get back to the dorm by myself.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah it’s fine,” I said. “You’ve looked
forward to this night for a while. I don’t want to ruin it for you. I’ll call
you tomorrow or something?”

“Yeah, I’ll stop by tomorrow morning to
see how you are.”

“Great,” I smiled at him. “I did have
fun tonight, you know, before I got sick.”

Turner bent down and before I could
react, his lips were on mine. They were swift and chilled, tasting like jack
and coke.

Then he let off.

“See you tomorrow,” he said.

 
Too dazed to do anything else, I waved to
Turner and then started to weave through the crowd as the new band began to
play. I got out of the crowd just as they started to get rowdy.

Thank goodness.

I kicked my shoes off, hooking them
around my fingers. I started to walk through the thick grass, letting the
blades slip through my toes. All I wanted was a bed.

“Leaving so soon?” A voice behind me
said.

I turned to see Nash walking up behind
me. He had his one hand in his pocket while the other was slinging a leather
jacket over his shoulder. He didn’t look like a douchebag, or the type of
person to take advantage of someone else. Still, Turner’s story stuck in my
mind.

Plus, I had a past that I didn’t want to
relive with him.

“What’s up?” I said once he caught up
with me.

“Oh nothing.
Where are you
going? Didn’t you like the concert?”

“It was okay, but I’m not feeling well.
A little too drunk.”

“You think? Shouldn’t you know something
like that?”

“Not if you haven’t
drank
but a couple times before.”

“Gotcha.”

Suddenly the nauseous feeling
overwhelmed me and rushed over to the closest garbage can.

“Are you okay?”

“I feel like I’m going to puke,” I said.

“You’ll learn
,
it’s more common up here in college.”

“That doesn’t make me feel any better.”

“Well then maybe I should walk you
home.”

I shook my head and held up my hand.

“No, I’ll be okay.”

“I insist.”

“But your
concert?”

“We won’t be back on for at least a half
hour. I have plenty of time.”

“Did you really sleep with Turner’s
sister?”

The words were out of my mouth before I
could stop them. I put my hands over my mouth.

I really shouldn’t drink.

“I’m so sorry,” I said.

Shit.

“It’s fine,” Nash said. “But do you want
to know the actual answer?”

No.

“Yes.”

“Well, yeah. It shouldn’t be a big deal
either. It’s not the way Turner thinks it is. He never really gave me a damn chance
to explain.”

“What is there to explain? You slept
with his sister.”

“So? We were in love… And she wanted it
as much as me.”

Haven’t I heard that
before.

“Come on, Nash.
Love?
That’s what every guy says.”

“I did!” Nash cried. “I loved Turner’s
sister so much.”

“So then what?
What happened?”

I don’t know why I cared. Maybe it was
to understand Turner more or to have something to talk about while I walked
back to my dorm.

“We were in a relationship but I didn’t
want to tell Turner because he can be a bit over protective.”

“So you had sex with her?”

“Yes, we made love. I already said that.
Why does this matter?”

This time I grinned and shook my head. Who
used the phrase ‘made love’ anymore? It was so old fashioned.

“It doesn’t matter now. That was back in
high school.
Plenty of hot chicks at this school to forget
her.”

“I guess,” I said.

It didn’t surprise me that it was easy
for him to forget her after seeing all those girls screaming his name.

Nash opened the door to the dorm for me
and waited until I passed through. Then he pushed the button and the two of us
waited for the elevator to reach the main floor.

“You still should have told Turner this.”

“How could I?”

“I don’t know…”

“Not only did he not give me a chance to
explain, every time I tried he said that I was a liar. He flipped out and told
me never to fucking come back. There was no way that I could fix anything no
matter how much I tried. Turner cut me off in everything I tried to do. He kept
his sister from talking to me, pushed me out of his life. Hell he even managed
to turn his parents against me. We were best friends and then after that moment
he was my biggest enemy. It doesn’t matter. I’m over that shit.”

My heart ached for Nash. I knew that his
side of the story probably wasn’t completely true. Then again, I didn’t think
Turner had it correct either. There might have been information missing,
forgotten, or dismissed. Who knew? What I did know, though, was Nash’s story
was heart wrenching. He tried to act like it didn’t bother him but how couldn’t
it?

“How many times did you try to talk to
him?” I asked as we stepped into the elevator.

“Too many to
count.
At some point I stopped, though. It never worked and I just gave up and cut my
losses. Don’t worry about it though,” he said and swung his arm around my neck.

I pushed it off.

What did he
think,
that he was going to get lucky with me?

He was obviously worried about doing
things with me more than his and Turner’s relationship. But I was a fixer and
wanted to repair their friendship.

Maybe I should try to talk to Turner… See
if I can get him to see the other side. All the signs pointed for me to stay
out of it. It wasn’t my business and I really didn’t want to get involved in
some long, drawn out drama. But like I said, I’m a fixer.

“So do you want me to come in?” he asked
as we lingered by my dorm room door.

Sabrina would still be at the concert
and we would be alone…

“I don’t think so…” I responded as I
inserted the key into the lock.

“Really?”

He was obviously not used to getting
turned down.

“Yeah.
Honestly, I
feel a little weak. I just need to sleep this off,” I said.

“All right, maybe some other time then.
Back to the concert I go.”

There would be plenty of girls he could
sleep with there.

First college
party.

First college
date.

First guy that
tries to get with me.

I was on a roll…

I was also already chickening out.

“Thanks for walking with me back to my
dorm”

“No problem, see you around.”

When I got inside I
fell
face first into my bed and fell sleep.

Chapter
Six

The first thing I noticed the next
morning was the fact that I was hunched over the garbage can. I had been
throwing up God knows what all night.

My body ached, more than it did before,
and I winced as I sat up, stretching. My body was sticky with sweat and God
knows what else.
I think it’s time to
shower,
I told myself and forced myself to sit up.
Grabbing my robe, I slipped my arms through and wrapped it tightly around my
naked body.

A second later the door to my room
opened and Sabrina came sauntering in. Her makeup was smeared and her hair was
matted in different places.

“Oh my God, are you okay?” I asked as I
stared at her.

She carried her shoes in her hand and
padded into the room in dirty, bare feet.

“I’m fine,” Sabrina said.

She plopped down on the bed and stared
at me.

“The night was amazing, one of the best
nights that I’ve had in a while.”

She eyed me carefully.

“And what about
you?
Turner said you went home early?”

“Yeah I wasn’t feeling well.”

I opted to leave out the part about Nash
walking me back to the dorm. I didn’t need to be part of the rumor mill.

“I’m not used to drinking and I think I
had too much last night. When I got back to the dorm I threw up and then went
straight to bed.”

The story wasn’t a complete lie but it
wasn’t exactly the truth either. I couldn’t help but think about Nash hitting
on me. It wasn’t something I was used to. While Nash was worried about getting
me naked, Turner just wanted to jam out at the concert.

“That sucks,” Sabrina said and I let out
a sigh of relief. “Turner was bummed too. He was having a lot of fun with you
last night.”

“He was?” I asked, surprised. “How do
you know?”

“He told me when I bumped into him. He
thought that it was his fault you left or something.”

“He did?”

“Yeah, but I told him that it wasn’t the
reason. I mean I don’t know you that well but I figured that you wouldn’t just
leave a date for no good reason.”

“Well… Thanks.”

I smiled at Sabrina all the while I
feeling like I was being punched in the gut. Although I didn’t intend on going
home with anyone, it still happened. While I was getting hit on by the enemy,
Turner was worried about me and the date. This was a real disaster.

The two guys that actually show interest
in me just had to be enemies from the beginning.

“No problem.”

“Well I need to go take a shower,” I
said and grabbed my shower caddy.

“Lunch later?”
Sabrina asked.

I nodded, not really listening. Too much
was on my mind.

“Sure, whatever.”

I quickly exited the room.

Once in the shower, I turned the water
on as hot as I could and stood under the needles. I let the water rush over me
as I thought about Nash and Turner. As mean as Turner painted Nash, there was a
part of him that was honest, genuine, and caring. He did walk me back to my
dorm.

And he also thought I was sexy... Then
there was Turner. He was fun, exciting, and always knew how to laugh. Our first
date started off great and I was sure it would have ended just as great if I
hadn’t gotten sick. I wanted to get to know Turner better.

So there I was, alone in the shower,
wondering how in the world I had managed to get myself into the predicament
that I was in. How did a girl, who came to college knowing nothing about
relationships, of guys in general, manage to get involved with not just one but
two guys? Sworn enemies to that fact?