Page 4 of From You to Me

“I thought we were best friends! You told me to be quiet, but now you don’t even understand what I was telling you.”

I inhaled a deep breath. Because I needed it. Gabe was truly my best friend. He helped me through some of the worst moments of my life. And hence he knew everything about me. He was the only person I confessed everything to on a helpless night. I just needed someone to listen to me as I poured it all out.

Although his personality was so unlike mine, Gabe had a heart of gold. He was so patient and kind to me. And I loved him for that.

“So?” Gabe continued.

“Well, nothing. He was there. I worked, and now I’m going to head home.”

He raised a brow like he knew I was so full of shit. “And?”

I sighed. There was no hiding from him. “And he asked me to leave. So I begged like an idiotic fool because I needed this job. He agreed to let me work for a month. But he said, and I quote, ‘Don’t fucking talk to me. Don’t fucking bother me. Don’t unnecessarily show your face in front of me. And know your place.’”

Sadness crept into me as I thought of his words again. “He hates me now.”

“What!? Evy, I’m sorry, but we can’t be best friends anymore. I don’t want to be enemies with god himself. I like being friends with you, but you are not that important,” Gabe said dramatically, shaking his head.

I gave him a hard smack on the shoulders.

“Ouch!” He pouted but soon he gave me a sad smile as his expression turned grim. He leaned over and hugged me from the side. “Well, he’s a sorry-ass loser then. How can anyone hate my chica? She is the sweetest girl I know.”

“I know, right.” I smiled, but somehow, unknowing tears were streaming down my face.

“Fuck this shit. Evelyn! You’re not wasting any more tears on that asshole. You hear me? I’ll meet you at yours tonight. We’re getting so drunk and cursing him to hell.”

I laughed. Gabe always knew how to make me laugh.

“Okay.”

A warm, wet tongue slithered over my face. I groaned as a pounding headache hammered like a marching band inside my head.

“Ugh. Strawberry, stop!” I mumbled as I turned around, and my mouth caught on to my hair. I felt something cold and hard touch my cheeks.What was it now?

Strawberry barked so loudly in my ears that my eyes flew open. It took me a second to gather where I was. I blinked back at the blurry spots as the world came alive around me. The first thing I saw was Strawberry’s warm brown eyes peering at me.

Where was I?

“What, baby? What’s wrong?” I cooed at her. My mouth was so dry that it tasted like sand.

“Oh, shut the fuck up, you two,” moaned a sleepy voice from beside me.

It took me a second to come to my senses as the scenes of last night came rushing back.

Me and Gabe.

And an entire bottle of tequila or two.

Ah fuck.

What time was it?

I saw that I was lying face-first on a bottle of tequila that I somehow ended up using as a pillow on the floor of my living room. After Gabe brought snacks and tequila last night, we moaned and complained about men, especially one particular man, until the entire bottle was consumed.

But no, we didn’t stop there. We drunkenly made our way to the local convenience store to get ourselves another bottle. And finished that one too. We were so stupidly drunk.

Strawberry barked yet again, reminding me that it was time to face the reality. I licked my lips as I reached for my phone on the coffee table. The bright light hurt my eyes as I opened it up. My eyes widened in shock when I finally saw what time it was.

It was seven fucking twenty-three. I was late. I was so fucking late.