Young Writers Society

The title is temporary. Also, I know most stories like these are written by 18+ people, but not if I know enough about it. Anywho, enjoy and review!

“I’m fixing myself, Mari, I’m… I’m getting better,” he told me, with an uncertain amount of truth in his voice. His eyes were glued to mine and his bottom lip quivered.

“You said that before. It’s not giving up doughnuts, Jimmy. It’s quitting a drug.”

“I—I know, I just love you. You know that.”

“And that’s just not enough. You’ve done too much to me--and yourself. I mean, six girls--maybe more--was I not enough for you? And not only, you’ve used so much coke, for months, without even telling me,” I replied, with tears in my eyes. “I can’t do this anymore Jimmy.”

“Please, Mari! Give me a chance,” Jimmy begged, his eyes bloodshot from the drug.

I stared at the aging concrete, and then back at him. “No. I’ve given you enough.” Turning on my heels, I began to walk away, back to my apartment.

“I’ll change! I can fix myself! Just wait for me… please? I love you, Mari. I really, really need you to even begin to quit. I need you, I—” His voice tuned down when I decided not to listen anymore.

My eyes finally released the tears that began streaming down my face as I turned at the corner.

*

It was a sleepless night for me. Jimmy loved me, I knew that much, but he wouldn’t change. He never did in the past. My eyes were open, just staring up at the ceiling and counting the cracks in it. The phone rang for the twentieth time and I reluctantly picked it up, as I was becoming annoyed with the multiple attempts to reach me.

“What do you want Jimmy?” I greeted harshly.

“It’s Danielle,” the girl replied, taken back a bit by the bitterness in my voice.

“Oh, sorry, what’s up?”

“Sorry for calling you so late. You sound awake anyways,” she said with cheerfulness in her tone, which had gotten us to be such great friends in the first place. Her voice was almost a bucket of optimism.

Sighing, I responded, “Oh, yeah, yeah. Well, talk to me. I know you wouldn’t call this late, Danni.”

“Yeah,” her happiness broke apart as she began sobbing. “Adam broke up with me; by frigging text!”

I slapped my forehead in anger, the last thing I wanted to do was cheer someone up. But, I played along and decided to tell her what she wanted to hear. “Oh my God, that asshole, I knew he was a douche, but I had no idea that he could stoop that low!”

“I know, right!” Danni retorted, still crying.

“Let’s have a girl’s night out, tomorrow. Okay?”

“Yeah, meet someone new. Not-a-douche,” she stated happily.

“What else did he do?” I asked, regretting it by the second.

For the rest of the night she complained until five a.m. I listened to Danielle go on and on about Adam. I never really thought terrible of him, he was actually sweet. He used to give me rides home whenever I had to walk because my brother used to have to borrow my car—without asking, of course. Until my brother finally moved out, I was basically car-less. Finally, I had heard the snoring of Danni, and I quickly hung up.

When I flipped on the T.V., I was interrupted with a sound I didn’t want to hear.

Ding-Dong!

“Oh God damn it!” I groaned, rolling out of the comfort of my bed.

Stumbling to the door, I swung it open and stared at the man standing in front of me. His appallingly beautiful blue eyes stared down at me as he smirked.

“A—Adam?” I wondered out loud in shock.

“Hey…” he replied.

“It’s five thirty,” I moaned, and then yawned. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, after I broke up with Danielle, I immediately thought of you,” Adam said looking at me with guilt, yet a little bit of over-confidence in his eyes. “Can I come in?”

“Actually—” I was interrupted by him letting himself in.

“Nice place,” Adam stated, looking around.

“Um, you should go. You really broke her heart,” I told him as my arms crossed across my chest.

He stared at me, and retorted, “I know. She slapped me too. It hurt.”

“Good.”

Chuckling, Adam walked closer to me, “Aren’t you going to ask me why I thought of you and came all the way from Albany to New York for you?”

“Nope,” I grunted and took a few steps away.

“Because I’ve always liked you more,” Adam whispered, close to my face, and the fumes of sticky, hot breath snuck into my nose.

“Are you drunk?” I asked coolly, stepping further away from him.

“Pfft, no,” he snapped back. “I want… you.”

“Oh, please. Go get a cab and go back to Albany—”

His lips crushed against mine, and I admit, I was taken aback a little. Yet, I pulled away and slapped the same cheek as Danni did, it appeared.

“She’s my best friend!”

“OW! Fuck!” He shouted, rubbing his cheek. “God, you should at least take it as a compliment. I doubt you get much from the dirt bag.”

“Are you serious? You’re quite the hypocrite. As if you aren’t a dirt bag yourself.”

“Well, I don’t take Marijuana to ‘clear my mind’.”

“Get out,” I hissed close to his face. “NOW!”

“Fine, just, I’ve always had a crush on you. Since high school, and, I just thought I should let you know. Maybe a different approach would’ve been better, but I only thought about you, the entire night,” Adam stated, still standing across from me.

“Out.”

Adam glanced back at me, and then added before he walked out, “I know you’ll be thinking of me before you sleep.”

“Go screw yourself.”

“Oh, I'd prefer if you did,” he snickered, winked at me, and then the door shut quietly. Judgement very wrong. He is definitely a jerk.

“God,” I muttered as I waddled to the couch and curled up. I regretted ever not kissing him back and then I shook my head. She’s your best friend, don’t you dare. I told myself, and wrapped my arms around my torso. You don’t need him. You want someone to make you feel better. You’ll find someone tomorrow. She’s your best friend. There are plenty of hot guys in the pub. Just sleep.

My eyes stared at the door for hours. Even if it is wrong… no, stop it—he’s a douche and doesn’t deserve anything except another dirt bag. Yeah… right. You just miss Jimmy. You don’t need anything but a one-night-stand. Tomorrow, there will be plenty of guys there for you; and plenty of them up for one-night-stands.