XI. She Cried
1442 Words
Matthew’s POV:
I’ve never met a woman who can cry as much as she can.
She cried.
And cried.
And cried.
Over a man who doesn’t deserve her.
Unlocking the front door of the hotel, I can hear her muffled cries. Closing the door, I shrugged off my jacket and threw it over the counter. Nina sat on the couch with a container filled with ice cream, continuously shoving it down her throat. I watch in complete horror as she grabs the can of whip cream and sprays it inside the container. A supposedly heart-warming scene of a man and woman vowing their love for one another came on, and she screamed: “You liar! You f*****g liar! You don’t love her!”
More tears.
Her body began swaying to the side of the couch with the ice cream. She hugs it. “You f*****g liar. You don’t love her.”
I release a sigh, and she tilts her head towards me, immediately showing a cartoon-like smile. “Hi, you.”
I walked over and sat beside her stomach. When I grabbed the ice cream from her hands, she growled. I tug at it only to have her pull it back with narrowing eyes. Using a bit more strength, I pull it out from her hands, only to receive a pout in return. I threw the container on the table. “That’s enough ice cream,” I said, noticing there were three other empty ones.
She grabbed the blanket and threw it on top of herself.
I grab it and yank it off of her body. “Enough sleep.”
Nina pouted harder, an overly adorable one before she got up and dashed for the bedroom. “Nina!” I scream, running after her. I know her next move. Immediately, she leaps on the bed and tangles herself on the sheets like a burrito.
Before I can reach her, a small handheld itself on top of my shoulder. “I got this,” Alice said. I held my hands upward and stepped out of the bedroom.
Standing in the hallway was Neilson, Alice’s boyfriend, who was typing on his phone. “How’s it going?” he asked.
Alice visited when she heard about Nina’s dis-engagement and her sloth-like attitude at my place. I thought I could help her this past two weeks, but it seems that no matter what I do, she cries even more painfully. The other day, I asked her if she wanted to get some McRonald because she likes eating their fries. She hid in the bathroom and started crying.
I ran my fingers through my hair. “She refuses to-” Alice steps out of the bedroom and closes the room.
“Don’t question it,” Neilson said.
Immediately, Alice slammed the door open. “Get up and stop wallowing in sorrow!”
I look at Neilson, who shakes his head.
“I hate life,” Nina cried.
“You know what you need?”
“I need Kevin,” Nina muffled.
I can feel the tightening sensation inside my chest.
She wants Kevin, not you.
“No! You need a night out! Away from this room! Your ass has been lying on the bed so much; it’s tattooing itself!”
“I don’t want to do anything. Let me lay here and rot away.” Silence, until: “Ow”
“Meh, you’re still alive. You will be fine.”
“Muffin! Matt!” Alice screamed.
“That’s our cue,” Neilson said before he walks past me.
“What?” Neilson asked casually.
“Get ready, we are going clubbing,” she declared while dragging Nina’s body on the floor while she clawed her nails on the carpet.
When Nina passed me, she grasped my ankle. “Don’t let her take me,” she whispered. I can only reply with a small smiling before Alice pries her hands off. “I hate men,” she yelled.
Neilson glanced at me before shaking his head. “You can act at least a little sad for your friend,” he said tauntingly.
I smile, “I am sad for her.”
He crossed his arms. “When was the last time you looked in a mirror, Greyson?”
I shrug, “Do you perceive me as such a vain person?”
Neilson and I stood behind Alice and Nina while we entered the club. I swallow, eyes lingering downward, but quickly adjusted my vision when I felt a small nudge to my side. Settling down on the booth, people arrived and left, but Nina and I stayed at our original position. She clung onto me and continued her crying despite the intense stares toward our direction.
Not too long after, Alice came back, and they started drinking together.
“Men are stupid! Dumbasses!” Nina yelled, her body swaying back and forth.
“I agree! Stupid,” Alice encourages her wasted friend.
Nina leans in closer and screams: “Stupid,” causing me to leap back. When I suggested she take a break on the alcohol, she flips her hair, and I thought she was going to choke on it. “There is nothing wrong with loving alcohol. It makes people feel good,” she slurred.
Alice hiccups, “Did you know that the active ingredient in alcohol is made by yeast? A microscopic single-celled organism that eats sugar and excretes carbon dioxide and ethanol, the only potable alcohol which is a form of fermentation.”
I knew that.
“Ethanol makes us feel good since it helps us release serotonin, dopamine, and endorphins in the brain, chemicals that make us happy and less anxious,” Nina said, stumbling back into my arm.
I knew that too.
Alice took another shot and sniffed. “In history, our primates ancestor that climbed on trees like consuming ethanol in rotting fruit because it has a strong, distinctive smell making it easy to locate, easy to digest, allowing animals to get more of the commodity, and it was its antiseptic quality that repelled microbes.”
I...did not know that.
They attempt to give each other a high five but missed. “Our ape ancestor started eating fermented fruits on the forest floor, and that made all the differences.”
I...do not know where this conversation is heading.
“So?” I asked.
She giggles, “So, it means we are preadapted for consuming alcohol silly.” She tapped my nose and pinched it, an action I will never allow any other person to do. If someone were to behave the way she did for the past weeks and pinch my nose, I would’ve cut off their hand and slapped them. However, it’s Nina...and she is different.
Her warm hands began wandering all over my face. “You’re so handsome,” she grumbled, and a chuckle accidentally escaped. “Such a nice body too.” I bit my lips in an attempt not to allow any words I may regret later to escape. I may not drink as much as the two girls in front of me, but I do feel a bit...heated.
My body jolted when Alice leaped on top of Nina and wiggled a finger in front of my face. Now, her, I’m willing to chop off her hand and slap her with it. “Don’t go against nature,” she said. I’m sure if I did do that, she would cut off both of my hands, and a single leg then beat me with my own limbs.
Not too long after, Neilson took Alice to the dance floor where they might as well have s*x on it. Nina looks at me and grins. “I want to dance too,” she said, and I shook my head, knowing if I touch her anymore tonight, I may not control myself. She broke off her engagement not too long ago, and a drunken nightstand will make her feel even more horrible about herself.
She climbed on top of me, and I inhaled a sharp breath, mentally telling myself to slow down. “Why not?” she whined and began bouncing. With each bounce, I can feel the...hardness...of control.
I lick my dry lip, biting it to hold back the temptation towards the act of seduction. Nina’s light red cheeks glisten against the blaring color lights and my hands’ grip on her dress. The single strap slips downward, and I tried my best not to swallow as her breast came in full exposure. At that moment, I’m grateful to book a booth in the far corner of the club.
Whether it was her or me, I don’t know who did it first, but our lips met. I held her close to my body as her hands swung across my neck, waist moving against mine. She pressed downward, and I threw my hip upward. With each dry thrust, her dress motion upward until her skimpy red underwear came into view. Her mouth grasps against my neck, and I look at one of the guards who pose himself as a customer. Without a word, the rest gather around the table behaving as if they were chattering with one another as they cover us.
I threw Nina down at the booth, and her mouth widened into a peal of full fit laughter, which disappeared as my lips clasp onto her. My hands slide underneath her dress, feeling her full-fledged bottom.
Neilson is right; I need to learn how to act better.
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