"I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have done-" I get interrupted by Michael kissing me again. My heart is beating a mile a minute and my lips become swollen as he continuously kisses me. Michael pulls away and smiles at me.
"No apology necessary."
He pulls me gently underneath his arm and laughs under his breath. Our little booth in the corner is hidden, you can only see it from the doorway- our own private place where we don't have to be anyone but ourselves. The thing is that Michael is so bipolar and I don't want to be in a relationship where I'm constantly worried about upsetting him. I don't think I even want a relationship. I'm so not ready for one.
"So currently, I have no idea what we are, but let's keep it like this. Okay?" Michael laughs, his arm still wrapped around me. I nod into his arm, laughing along with him. He looks down into my eyes and smiles.
"Sorry about that guy earlier. This night couldn't get any worse could it?" He asks, laughing.
"Not all of it was bad." I tell him, looking straight into his eyes.
I glance at the doorway. "Shit, Calum's here." Michael looks at the doorway, and gets up, pulling me with him.
"Michael, don't-" Calum begins.
"Look man. I'm your friend, but the way you treated my girl here is really bad. Cheating? Seriously?" Since when have I been 'his girl'? Calum doesn't seem to catch the slip-up- guess he's more drunk than I thought.
"I was drunk. It was a mistake. Please Zabet, please stay."
"I really don't want to." I tell him, almost completely hidden from his view by Michael's large back.
"Why?" He asks me.
"I don't trust you. This could happen every time you're drunk and I won't be able to deal with that. I'm not happy with you."
"Please give me one chance Kat." Michael's back tightens in anger.
"No. Leave." I tell him, rubbing gentle circles onto Michael's back, calming him.
I hear him sighing and then he just leaves. I press my cheek against Michael's back and I hear him let out a huge sigh.
"Well, that went well, didn't it?"
I pull away from Michael slowly so he doesn't notice and grab my bag from the booth, placing it closer to me on the table so I can make a getaway.
"Hey Kat, I'm gonna run to the toilet. Be right back."
"Okay." He smiles and retreats into the Men's room. I grab my bag and walk out the door. I get it, you hate me for it. Whatever. I can't pretend to be fine and if I had been stuck in there one more second I would have had a mental breakdown. I'm not the one for him. I'm an unmemorable girl in a city he won't even remember.