"How are you?" He asks leaning over in some expensive suit.
I look at him blinking. "You talking to me?"
"Of course I am."
"Oh, right. Yeah I’m doing Okay. Why do you ask? Shouldn’t you be on Calvin’s side?" I scoff a little loudly, downing the rest of my drink.
"Olivia, I’m not on any body’s side... I just wanted to ask how you were. Sophia told me what happened."
"Ha, I bet she did. Have you spoke to Calvin, Ryan? Your friend’s right?"
I ask bitchy but inside I’m a little hopeful. Hopeful to hear any little thing about him.
Ryan shakes his head looking into his bourbon glass trying to avoid eye contact with me no doubt. "You know, Olivia, Calvin doesn’t hold anyone close to his heart, he holds them at arm’s length. It’s nothing personal, that's just the way he is."
"You think." I continue to drunkenly jeer.
“How long have you know him, Ryan?”
He stiffens up at my questions, it’s odd. “I’ve known Calvin since he was twenty one. I’m a little older than him. I met him in Vegas, it was his first poker tournament and he smashed it, such a pro from the off. Obviously we all wanted to get to know the new kid, the kid that was taking all the money. He’s the life and soul Olivia, but that’s just an act. You know Calvin has some serious issues which he doesn’t speak about, to anyone. You know there in him, but to get him to speak would be a miracle.”
“He talked to me.” I goad, a little childishly. “And I don’t believe you were friends with someone you hardly knew! You’re hiding something.” I point to him with a wobbly finger, getting in his face. Yes, I am very drunk.
Why am I speaking to this creep?
Sophia eases my pain by pulling Ryan into her and kissing him like it’s a do-or-don’t situation. Nice.
For the most of the night I actually dance with Tyler and Jamie, because I’m on my way to oblivion and couldn’t care less about looking a prat.
Leaving the boys at the dance floor after four songs, I take my seat back at the table. I watch Elise storm over to take my drink away from me.
"I think you’ve had way too much Olivia, don't you."
"Not yet." I slur my words trying to take it back from her but she won’t give in. In the end I leave her have it and grumpily scan the room, leaning on the table, lazily resting my chin on my knuckles. I suddenly freeze and sit up straight when my attention is brought to one particular women. I know her from somewhere, but where?
The women in question then turns her head making her long brunette hair swish purposely and looks in my direction.
It then hits me like a ton of bricks. The women Is Georgia. Fuck. I pale in an instant.
"Olivia? What is up with you?" Tyler jokes coming back to our table merrily, hand in hand with Jamie. But I am not in any joking mood.
"That women over there." I point with my head, not wanting to point fingers.
"What about her?" Tyler asks casually taking his drink to his lips not bothering to look and see who I’m talking about. He flirts with Jamie instead.
"It's Calvin’s ex." I say stony faced not looking away from her. I am absolutely livid that's she's here. I know I can't say who can or cannot come in here but talk about timing.
Why is she even here in Chicago?
Tyler’s turns his whole body towards me now jumping to my attention. “What? Who?"
I gesture with my head again, straining my eyes so I can see straight. "The women I was just talking about." I snap. My whole body is tense.
"What? That fucking oversized brunette Barbie doll?" And Tyler's off on his bitch fest.
But now he mentions it…
"Wait, aren’t you his ex? So she's his ex, ex?" Why does Jamie have to annoyingly point that out?
"She’s his ex and why the fuck is she here?” My teeth are gritted. All I feel towards her is bitterness. Since I met her I felt envious over her telling me that she and Calvin have this mysterious understanding. What was that about? And it makes me feel so much worse because she is beautiful. How can I compete? How could I ever compete? Knowing this women has been with Calvin stabs me every time I think about it. The thought makes me feel complete shit, so get the drinks and keep ‘em coming.
Tyler continues to look at her gob smacked. I roll my eyes feeling jaded. "So you even think she's pretty huh?"
"Honey, are you serious look at the dress she's wearing."
A skin tight, yellow boob showing dress. "It's beautiful." I shrug, feeling sick.
"For a slut." He scoffs. "And those shoes are fucking offensive."
I don't see anything wrong with the way she’s dressed but Tyler spots every detail.
"Wait, that women is Calvin’s ex?” Now Sophia has jumped on the ex-band-wagon clocking on to what we’re talking about. I put my head in my hands hating this. Why me?
"Ryan, did you know about this?" Sophia demands to Ryan who shrugs awkwardly indicating he knew she would be here.
"I only knew she was coming because she was in Chicago. She attends every casino advent. Sophia don't look at me like that, I’m sorry, I forget to mention it."
I keep my head in my hands. I think I’m going to be sick.
What Sophia says next is enough to make anyone crack. "Wait, is she actually walking over here? I’ll smack her one."
"What?" I take my head out of my hands quickly and look up.
My heart begins to race as I look over wide-eyed. She is walking over here. Well, strutting.
What the fuck? If she wants to cause drama let her bring it because I am in no mood for bitches tonight.
"And she needs a new fucking bra." Tyler continues at top bitch form. "Actually, is she even wearing one?"
"There probably fake." Sophia hisses getting herself ready for her.
Elise comes to the side of me, I think for support. She smiles at me waiting for me to reassure her that I'm Okay. I nod confirming I am. Lying.
"I can handle her." I cross my arms. The drink inside me evidently making me brave.
"Hi," Georgia purrs studying me with her brown eyes narrowing up at down my body like she did the last time.
"Olivia, isn’t it? I thought it was you. What a nice surprise seeing you here." She gloats while flicking her hair behind her shoulder. Fake ass bitch. How dare she have the cheek to come and say hi?
Tyler stands up and copies her action. Rolling his eyes up and down over her more dramatically, his head rolls with it while he crosses his arms.
"This is where Olivia lives, in this town, so if anything, it’s a surprise to see you here. And no, not a nice one."
If I wasn’t in such a bad mood I’m be wetting myself laughing at him right now.
She flicks her hair away from Tyler’s direction distastefully.
I say hi back but with disgust written all over my face. Why is she even here?
"You look real nice." She says unconvincing.
"Shame we can't say the same." Tyler had to get that in. Then he turns his back on her like a ballerina preforming a pirouette, while she stands highly offended at his insult.
Oh please.
"I don't think there is any need for that. I’m simply saying hello to Olivia."
"Well she could do without it thank you. Olivia?" Tyler calls for me to follow him. Sophia looks like she's ready to start a boxing match, but Elise gives her a warning look so instead she says nothing and follows behind me and Tyler glaring at Georgia as she walks past.
I walk straight over to the bar and demand a shot of tequila before I literally have a break down.
I feel a cocktail of emotions, anger, jealousy, hurt, frustration. A wrenching pain is flowing through my whole body. I don’t need any more cold reminders of Calvin pushed in my face.
I snatch the shot out of the bar tenders hand before he has chance to hand it to me and neck it back. "That's my girl drink away bad memories." Tyler pats me on the back before Elise intervenes.
"Stop encouraging her Tyler. Liv's, I think we should g
et you home."
Maybe she's right. My heads starting to spin. I feel nauseous right now. I can’t stay here when Georgia’s here. I want to break down and cry, that's all I want to do. Why can't I just get a grip?
"Nonsense," Tyler takes my hand, "this is exactly what she needs right now."
Elise sighs harshly exhaling her frustration. Sophia comes between us trying to get the party started dancing like an idiot as she sense’s atmosphere. Being her usual self she makes me laugh. Which I need. Sophia drags on my arm to come and dance but I’m really not in the mood for dancing any more. I don’t feel good about myself with Georgia around so I don’t want to go throwing shapes on the dance floor. When I can’t, clearly. I want to go home so I pull in the opposite direction. I won’t budge on this one.
“Sophia, Olivia doesn’t want to dance leave her go. She’s coming home.”
Sophia drops my arm and glares affronted by Elise’s admonishment.
“Just because you think you’re the sensible one Elise, doesn’t mean you have to dampen Olivia’s mood.” She throws out the snide remark which only encourages Elise to walk away with me further. Linking arms with me, she leads me towards an empty table. I’m wobbling all over the place, the music seems so loud, my vision is blurred and my head hurts.
“Are you feeling alright?" Elise is so concerned but she needn’t be.
"I’m fine." I lie slurring my words, falling all over the place. How drunk am I?
Not enough I can still see.
I go to take the half-drunk cocktail from a table we pass but Elise takes it straight back off me fuming.
"Olivia! You have no idea what's in that drink or whose it is, are you crazy?"
"I need more alcohol Elise."
"No you don't. You think drinking is going to solve your problem?" She looks at me with pity but she's stern as she pushes the drink aside.
"No, but I can try, plus it eases the pain."
"No it doesn’t and you will feel worse for it. Come on, come sit down."
"I wish I was more like you Elise." I sigh, resting my head on her shoulder. She shrugs me off playfully.
"Oh, here we go." She smiles rolling her eyes. “Let me get you some water and we’ll head home.”
"I mean it, you have an amazing job you’re sensible, clever, beautiful."
"So are you Olivia, your all those things and more."
I ignore her comment groaning feeling sorry for myself.
"Let me get you a glass of water." Elise stands making sure I’m sat up right before she leaves and warns me not to move. Tyler is by my side in an instant noticing Elise leaving me for a moment.
"You Okay Missy?" He brings me into a hug kissing me on my head. I grin back at him. Oh no I feel another 'I love you story' coming on.
"Yeah I’m Okay Ty. Thanks for everything you’ve done for me."
He chuckles. "What you going on about now ya soppy bitch."
"You, I mean, I was mean to you but your still here for me all the time."
"And I’m going to continue to be here for you Liv’s. Listen to me, we stay together remember our rules. You keep to them and you won't get hurt."
"Too late for that."
He gives me a tight hug and I embrace it. "If only you weren’t gay."
"Oh no, honey, that wouldn’t be fair because I’d take all the women off the men."
I hate this. I hate wanting to drink myself into oblivion to try and give my mind a rest for a while. I hate that I’ve got to this place. Why can’t I just shrug this off and get back to normal. Why is it so hard to do? Falling in love is so easy, but mending a broken heart is so hard.
***
It's getting late, it's around 4am and the DJ has informed us he’ll be playing his last few songs. He begins to play Rihanna's diamonds.
Most of the clubbers make their way elsewhere.
I drink the two glasses of water that Elise has gave me and I’m ready to leave. The lyrics of this song are too much for me and I know the last thing I need is to start crying. Why when you’re heartbroken, only then the lyrics of a song can be heard so clearly? I wish they didn’t.
"You know that women?" Elise leans over trying to be discreet.
I look up at her with lazy drunk eyes. "What women?"
"Calvin’s ex," she says sounding distracted.
"What about her?" Sophia and Tyler are now all ears, over-hearing. They have ears like a rabbit.
"She’s been on her cell most of the night acting furious." She continues to sound distracted. I know she's on to something.
I look at her not really bothered. I don't think at this point whatever anyone says is sinking in. My head is spinning and I just want my god damn bed.
"What does that establish?" Tyler’s confused now but intrigued to hell.
"I don't know yet but I don’t like it." Elise’s narrows her eyes conspicuously, continuing to watch Georgia.
Tyler’s baffled. He hates not knowing things first.
"I think we should go now, for Olivia’s sake." I hear Elise's stern demand while Tyler grabs hold of my elbow being supportive, helping me to stand. He is actually listening to Elise. What’s this about? Jamie also follows us out, laughing at how drunk I am. I have no coordination or balance right now. How did I get so legless?
As we make our way outside fresh air hits me like a stinging slap. I try to steady myself and let go of Tyler’s arm, but the six inch heels I was forced to wear don’t allow me to balance. Elise quickly takes hold of me instead steering me away in a hurry before I fall flat on my face.
"Come on Olivia this way, let's get you home." I look up at her distracted expression then turn to Sophia and Tyler. With blurry vision I can still make out that all three of their faces are etched with trepidation. “Fuck, see. What did I say?” I hear Elise mumble trying to keep her voice low.
“I don’t fucking believe it.” Sophia hisses, not so quiet. I frown with confusion as they try to get me to walk away but I want to know what the hell is bothering them. I take my arm out of Elise’s grip and turn around.
“What the hell are you guys looking at?” I demand, my words coming out slurred as I turn stumbling. My eyes line the street to see what they’re trying to get me to hurry away from.
I see a man walking in our direction but on the opposite side of the road. My eyes squint as I try to get a better view.
"Olivia, please keep on walking. My cars not far from here." Elise continues to pull on my arm, pleading with me, but I snatch it out of her grip.
I know who that man is. As soon as I realize, my face drops. I go limb.
Calvin? That’s Calvin? He's here? In Chicago? How? When?
"Is that Calvin?" I whisper stunned, rooted to the spot. Elise sighs behind me giving up. Tyler is right by my side.
"Come on babe, you don’t want to see him."
I look at him as tears form in my eyes. "You knew he was here?"
He shakes his head softly. "We just saw him getting out of his car. We didn’t want you seeing him. I swear I didn’t no he was back. I’m as shocked as you are."
Sophia takes my hand and pleads with me. "Olivia, let’s go before he sees us. You don’t want anything to do with him right?”
I can't speak. I feel lifeless. Seeing him, even a blurred vision of him, after what seems so long is making my emotions run all over the place. I can’t grasp it. It doesn’t seem real. I love him, but I hate him. Why is he here? He left didn’t he? And now he's back?
“But I don’t understand.” My voice is trembling.
Elise try’s her best to pull me away but I’m glued to the spot. I cannot physically move.
It does briefly run through my mind of, maybe he’s here to see me? I almost fill up with a little joy at the stupid thought.
A voice I know too well comes from behind us, on the same side of the road as Calvin, talking in the most devious way possible and making sure she can be heard.
"I’ve been waiting ages for you Calvin, where hav
e you been?"
What? Oh no, please don't do this to me. He’s meeting her? Calvin is meeting Georgia?
I watch Calvin march his way towards her. He looks angry.
I hear my friends bitch behind me while Georgia looks over at us smirking deliberately when he reaches her, which makes Calvin instinctively turn his head towards us. Elise is desperately trying to get me to move, while Tyler, Jamie and Sophia stand there ready to start world war three.
I watch on frozen, staring over at Calvin. Everything seems to be moving in slow motion as my heart throbs against my chest.
Calvin’s face falls into perplexity when he notices it’s me. My blurry gaze locks on to his stunned one. I close my eyes slowly, absorbing tears. I hear him say my name. He’s stunned.
"What did I tell you?" Elise hisses furiously. “My intuition is never wrong. Let’s go Olivia, right now. Georgia did this intentionally. I told you she was up to no good."
This time Elise forces me to follow her. I can't help the tears drop down my face, they fall hard at the scene I’m being pulled away from. My heart has just been ripped out of my chest so much more brutal than the first time. How can it take so much? I just want him to come over to me and tell me everything will be alright but instead he's with her. How could he do this to me?
He stands with Georgia as I look back while being pulled away. My head is pounding. My stomach is churning. I feel suffocated by the sight of them. Everything is spinning. I can't concentrate.
"That bitch brought him here on purpose to rub it in your face."
Elise is pissed marching so fast, pulling me with her. I can't keep up in these shoes. Tyler, Jamie and Sophia stay behind us probably already planning their revenge.
The image of seeing him with her is killing me and Calvin’s face when he saw me, It was like he was broken, like he felt the utmost remorse, but how can he feel that way?
I stop in my tracks needing to catch my breath, not from walking so fast from having an emotional panic attack at the situation.
"Olivia!" Elise rushes to my side trying to calm me down. I begin to sob and sob so hard leaning against Elise’s car. I can’t catch my breath.
I vaguely here Tyler and Sophia screaming in the background. "I hope you’re fucking proud of yourself. Your evil."
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