Don't Let Me Fall(11)

It’s pathetic.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw jeaned legs stop at the table we’re at. I looked up and the guy I had sex with yesterday was there.

“You left these at my place,” he said taking something out of his back pocket. When he dropped it on the table, I smiled. I f-ucking smiled.

Then he walked away.

Yeah, I picked that guy.

The guy who f*cks anyone and likes other people to know it. I bet he hid my panties just for this purpose. To stalk me and give them back. In front of a full dining hall.

Am I supposed to be embarrassed? Ashamed?

“Ohmygod…” Aimee said looking at my crumpled panties on the table then me. “You had sex with him. He’s the biggest * Logan is friend’s with.”

I sat up straight, stuck a hand under my sweater and unclasped my bra. He thinks I’m going to be ashamed or something. Ha. He doesn’t know who the f-uck I am. Once my bra was off,

I grabbed my panties and walked over to his table.

“Have the whole set,” I said tossing both at him.

His dark eyes met mine and I swear he was taken aback. I get that most of the time. I’m weird.

The guys at his table stared at me like I was a god.

I guess no girl ever stood up and basically said ‘f-uck you’ to this *. They probably turn really red and power walk out of the building, holding in the urge to cry until

they’re in their own privacy.

I turned on my heel and walked back to my table. I grabbed my milkshake, don’t know why I grabbed a milkshake but I did, and sat back down. Back in Washington, I would have loved

the attention I was getting right now. Everyone’s eyes are on me.

I leaned back in my chair and sucked on my straw as if I were alone. I checked my phone and saw Matthew calling so I answered. He told me to look outside. I did. He and Finn are

waving at me through the car window of Dad’s car.

I laughed softly.

Oh, god.

I grabbed my purse and stuck my laptop in it.

“Thanks for letting me crash the party,” I said, avoiding eye contact with everyone. Their mouths are still on the floor and I’m not in the mood to talk about it.

“What are you doing here?” I asked my brother, once I got outside.

“Being a nice brother and picking you up,” Matty said, cocking his head to the backseat. I got into the car and let myself be taken away.

“So…” Finn said turning in his seat. “Tomorrow’s Friday and you are in college. Any parties?” His eyes dropped to my chest and I’m glad my sweater is kind of heavy. I don’t

need my nipples telling me it’s cold outside.

Why did I leave my bra behind?

It was worth it though.

“I don’t know. I’m not a party animal,” I said.

“Yeah. Understatement of the year,” Finn said, laughing.

Matthew nudged his arm and I knew it was for him to shut up. This is what happens when you want to be wild in college. People hear and see the shit you do then when it all stops and

something bad happens, they don’t bring it up.

I glanced out of the window because this can get very weird with the two of them staring at each other, and saw a ‘help wanted’ sign on a bar window.

“Stop here,” I said sitting up straight. This is perfect! I’m not being very useful at home so might as well I start looking for a job. What’s better than working at a bar? The

tips can really help us out.

Matthew pulled over and I got out.

“Give me five minutes,” I said.

“Bring back shots!” Finn called out from the car. I laughed as I headed into the busy bar. The windows are small and covered with curtains, not showing much of the inside but the

noise makes up for it all.

As soon as I walked in, I lost my hearing until I walked up to the bar. People were crowded everywhere so I had to squeeze through them and it wasn’t fun. Some of them got grabby

and not wearing a bra at the moment meant they had all access.

“What can I get you?” the bartender, who has to be around my age, said throwing a towel over his shoulder. I went speechless as I found his hazel eyes and they crinkled as he

smiled. Beautiful. That’s the only word that comes to mind. “I don’t want to rush you but it’s a full house.”

I snapped back to reality. “Are you still hiring?”

He stopped moving his hands as he prepared a drink for another customer when he looked at me again. “You want a job?”

“Yeah. That’s the point of asking,” I said. Why else would someone else ask if they’re hiring? To use the bathroom? Dumbass.

He finished the drink and slid it over to a guy three stools down from me then leaned over the bar and talked louder for me to hear. “This isn’t a job for girls who can’t get

their hands dirty,” he said, eyeing me up and down.

I raised an eyebrow at him. Do I look like a f-ucking girly girl? I’m full of tats and I look like a bitch. Hello. I leaned in even closer and tried not to make what I was going to

say sound sexual. “I’d show you that I’m perfect for the job but I’m not wearing a bra.”

Men and women started talking louder so the bartender can hurry up with me and get their drinks ready but he didn’t pay attention to them. He just stared at me for a bit then