"Elliot York have you been drinking?" It was 3am as I stumbled into the house, my mom angrily sitting on the steps. I shrugged my shoulders and stumbled into my room. As soon as I shut the door, my mom opened it back up and turned the lights on.
"MA! LIGHTS." I shielded my eyes and pulled the covers of my bed over my face. My mom sighed and sat down on the bed next to me.
"You're never home anymore, you're always at Cara's. Or getting wasted apparently. What's gotten into you."
"Nothing." I rolled over and wiped the tears welling in my eyes. I thought back to a few hours ago, when everything just went downhill.
"Nate, can we please talk? Please just call me back. Please." I left my third voicemail and my voice cracked as a tear rolled down my cheeks.
"Screw him, screw guys. We are going out tonight and you're gonna have fun. No more moping." Car lifted me up off the bed. "Now go take a shower and get yourself dolled up. We're going clubbing."
"Anthem or Karma. Take your pick."
"Anthem I guess." I shrugged my shoulders. I grabbed a clean change of clothes and went to take a shower. After washing my hair and body, I just stood there, letting the hot water hit my body. Millions of thoughts raced through my head. I know I did a bad thing and I hurt the person I loved the most... But why can't he just see it in his heart to forgive me give me another chance. I've never done something like this before and I never will. Tears rolled down my face and I shut the shower off.
I silently changed into my clean clothes and threw my hair up in a bun. I wiped the steam off the mirror and stared at my reflection. I let out a scream and slid down the wall crying hysterically. Cara came running in and sat down next to me, holding me.
"C'mon babe, let's get yourself ready. You really need a night out." We went out to her bedroom and we got dressed. After a few hours, we both looked decent. Well, Cara looked amazing and I didn't look like I spent the past day curled up in a ball crying.
Cara's hair was pin straight, not a flyaway in sight. She opted for a tight backless black dress and silver heels. Cara straightened my hair and pinned it all to one side with a sparkly pin. She also lent me a strapless hot pink dress and black heels. It didn't feel right going out tonight. Usually I'd be all over it, but it wasn't fair to Nate.
An hour later, we arrived to Anthem, one of the classy clubs in Nashville. Normally I loved the rush of waiting in line, clutching a fake ID, and entering a club. Tonight, I just wasn't feeling it.
"C'mon, El. Let loose, you deserve a night off. No more tears." I took a seat at the bar and an attractive stranger took the seat next to me.
"You look like you could use a drink." I nodded and accepted the offer. The guy looked about 22 and he seemed nice.
"Thanks." I attempted to smile and I grabbed the drink from his hand. I took a swig of the drink and get the liquid burn my throat. "You were right," I added after a few more sips. "I did need a drink. Thanks again."
"It's no problem. So, where you from?"
"Here in Nashville. You?"
"Well originally I'm from South Carolina, but I go to school here."
"Vanderbilt." My eyes widened and I almost choked on my drink. I started coughing and Cara patted my back. Vanderbilt is my dream school, and I've already been accepted with a near full scholarship AND early action. "Woah, you okay?" I nodded my head.
"Yeah, it's just Vanderbilt is like my dream college. I've wanted to go there ever since I was a kid."
"OKAY! El, let's go dance!" Cara interrupted us, and thank goodness she pulled me away. "You guys were hitting it off and he almost finds out you're still in high school."
"Sorry! I forgot, it's just he goes to Vandy. And you know how I feel about Vandy." She just shook her head at me and pulled me to the dance floor. A couple of songs and a few more drinks later, I felt slightly better. Multiple guys came up behind me and grabbed my waist and attempted to grind with Cara and I. Vandy guy came up and actually asked to dance. Cara gave me an approving nod and he grabbed my hips and pulled me in close to him. After a few songs he grabbed my hand and led me to the bar.
"So," He began as we sat down. "Are you really still in high school?" I debated whether or not to tell him the truth. I figured I was never going to see him again so I decided to lie.
"Well, no. I'm a sophomore in college." And the lies began.
"But you said--"
"That Vanderbilt is my first choice. I know." I nodded and took a sip of my drink. "It's always going to be my dream school. But not all dreams come true."
"You didn't get in?"
"No I got in, I just couldn't afford it." And the lies kept coming. "I got really good scholarships to University of Tennessee." Lucky for me, he wasn't from around here so I knew that there wouldn't be any chance of him digging deeper.
Hours passed as he and I sat at the bar drinking and talking, then on the dance floor grinding to the pulsing beat. Out of the blue in the middle of a song, he took me to a corner by the back of the club, where he pinned me against the wall and started kissing me. I didn't bother fighting it, I was getting drunk and I was numb to everything.
"You know," he breathed heavily. "I never quite got your name."
"Andrew." He leaned back in for another heated make out session. After what seemed like an eternity, he pulled back. "Do you want to..?"
"No. Not tonight. It wouldn't be fair."
"Yeah actually. Nearly 4 years and I cheated on him twice in the span of two days. I kissed another guy and the next day I slept with a third guy. I told my boyfriend and he walked out on me. I don't.." My voice cracked and tears were forming. Andrew sat me down on a nearby couch and pulled me in. He held me as I drunkily cried into his shoulders. Cara then joined us.
"I'm gonna take her home. Thanks for looking out for her."
"No problem. Tell her I had fun and I hope she feels better."
"I had fun too, and thank you, Andrew. For everything." I gave him another hug and stumbled out of the club with Cara.