like I am?” I say.
He looks like I've stung him.
I turn my attention to Sean.
“Are you okay to drive? How many drinks have you had?” I ask.
“None. I don't drink.”
“What, never?”
“Rarely.”
“Can we go soon, please?” I'm desperate to leave. Climbing up the wall, desperate. After two minutes, I've had enough putting on a brave face. I want to go home, to my comfort zone and forget tonight ever happened.
Charlotte arrives at my side.
“I'm going Charlie. I've had an accident and hurt myself, and Sean's offered me a lift home.”
“Has he? How sweet of him,” she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. To my astonishment, she doesn't even ask, or seem to care, what my accident was. Sometimes Charlie can be very selfish. “I suppose I'll have to clear up this place on my own then, but don't worry about that, will you?” I bristle at her unfeeling, snarky attitude.
“I'll help, as it seems I'm not wanted elsewhere,” Jase offers in a equally snarky, wounded tone, giving Sean and I caustic looks of reproach.
“Will you Jase? Well, thanks honey, that'll be great,” Charlie replies with a beaming hot smile at him. She takes his hand and pulls him to her side, slipping her arm around his waist. She looks at me in a very pointed way, as if she's saying, ' you've got my guy, so I'm having yours' .
“I'm heading straight off to bed after I've dropped Lissa, so I'll say goodnight. ” Sean says.
I know what happened tonight has hit him hard. That huge burst of adrenalin he must have experienced, and my emotional breakdown in his arms, has no doubt wearied him. And he's probably feeling strung out too. I can't imagine he'd want to hang around at the party later.
“Oh, so you're both having an early night? Lovely... enjoy ...” Charlie says, as her coldly assessing, blue eyes, flick judgmentally over Sean and then over me. This is a side I've not seen of Charlie before. The nasty, envious side. I know she doesn't know the full story, but she isn't interested in hearing any of it, and I'm feeling less than caring about her feelings right now.
Sean raises his eyebrows at her in surprise. I think he sympathizes with me.
“It's been great, Charlie,” he replies evenly, but I can see his true feelings are simmering just below the surface, “Lissa, get your things and let's go say goodbye to your friends.”
I hug a few friends and call out,“'bye everyone,” from the doorway.
Then I finally escape, into the peace of the street, and the welcome, refreshing, cool of the night.
Sean puts his arm around my shoulders and steers me toward his car.
He drives a brand new black Jeep Cherokee, which has radical looks and is a good sized chunky type of car. Second to a Ferrari, it suits him down to the ground. He opens the door for me and I slide my backside inside its luxurious and stylish interior.
I'm silent all the way. I don't want to converse and make small talk. He knows how I feel, and keeps the silence. I don't need to pretend to be something I'm not, while I'm with him. That makes me feel at ease and comfortable in his presence. We arrive at my place in the Village in ten minutes, and he walks me to the door of my apartment.
I slip the key in the lock, open it, and go inside.
I've been thinking about this, on the drive back.
I need his company. Just for a little while more, to settle myself, before I'm on my own for the night.
I turn to find him standing in the doorway.
“Come in.”
“No, I'd better be off. And you need to get to straight to bed, and sleep.”
“Please? Just for a while. I don't want to be on my own right now.” I can't help the tears that are forming rapidly in my eyes.
“It's not a good idea...” he begins...I can see he's struggling with himself. His face is taut and he avoids looking at me.
“Please?” I interrupt and take his hand. He allows me to pull him inside. “I need a quick hug, that's all, then I'll be fine.” I close the door and step into
He looks like I've stung him.
I turn my attention to Sean.
“Are you okay to drive? How many drinks have you had?” I ask.
“None. I don't drink.”
“What, never?”
“Rarely.”
“Can we go soon, please?” I'm desperate to leave. Climbing up the wall, desperate. After two minutes, I've had enough putting on a brave face. I want to go home, to my comfort zone and forget tonight ever happened.
Charlotte arrives at my side.
“I'm going Charlie. I've had an accident and hurt myself, and Sean's offered me a lift home.”
“Has he? How sweet of him,” she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. To my astonishment, she doesn't even ask, or seem to care, what my accident was. Sometimes Charlie can be very selfish. “I suppose I'll have to clear up this place on my own then, but don't worry about that, will you?” I bristle at her unfeeling, snarky attitude.
“I'll help, as it seems I'm not wanted elsewhere,” Jase offers in a equally snarky, wounded tone, giving Sean and I caustic looks of reproach.
“Will you Jase? Well, thanks honey, that'll be great,” Charlie replies with a beaming hot smile at him. She takes his hand and pulls him to her side, slipping her arm around his waist. She looks at me in a very pointed way, as if she's saying, ' you've got my guy, so I'm having yours' .
“I'm heading straight off to bed after I've dropped Lissa, so I'll say goodnight. ” Sean says.
I know what happened tonight has hit him hard. That huge burst of adrenalin he must have experienced, and my emotional breakdown in his arms, has no doubt wearied him. And he's probably feeling strung out too. I can't imagine he'd want to hang around at the party later.
“Oh, so you're both having an early night? Lovely... enjoy ...” Charlie says, as her coldly assessing, blue eyes, flick judgmentally over Sean and then over me. This is a side I've not seen of Charlie before. The nasty, envious side. I know she doesn't know the full story, but she isn't interested in hearing any of it, and I'm feeling less than caring about her feelings right now.
Sean raises his eyebrows at her in surprise. I think he sympathizes with me.
“It's been great, Charlie,” he replies evenly, but I can see his true feelings are simmering just below the surface, “Lissa, get your things and let's go say goodbye to your friends.”
I hug a few friends and call out,“'bye everyone,” from the doorway.
Then I finally escape, into the peace of the street, and the welcome, refreshing, cool of the night.
Sean puts his arm around my shoulders and steers me toward his car.
He drives a brand new black Jeep Cherokee, which has radical looks and is a good sized chunky type of car. Second to a Ferrari, it suits him down to the ground. He opens the door for me and I slide my backside inside its luxurious and stylish interior.
I'm silent all the way. I don't want to converse and make small talk. He knows how I feel, and keeps the silence. I don't need to pretend to be something I'm not, while I'm with him. That makes me feel at ease and comfortable in his presence. We arrive at my place in the Village in ten minutes, and he walks me to the door of my apartment.
I slip the key in the lock, open it, and go inside.
I've been thinking about this, on the drive back.
I need his company. Just for a little while more, to settle myself, before I'm on my own for the night.
I turn to find him standing in the doorway.
“Come in.”
“No, I'd better be off. And you need to get to straight to bed, and sleep.”
“Please? Just for a while. I don't want to be on my own right now.” I can't help the tears that are forming rapidly in my eyes.
“It's not a good idea...” he begins...I can see he's struggling with himself. His face is taut and he avoids looking at me.
“Please?” I interrupt and take his hand. He allows me to pull him inside. “I need a quick hug, that's all, then I'll be fine.” I close the door and step into
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