Trust Me (Finding my way) (16 page)

“
Yeah,” I nod resting my head in my hands.

“
What did he say?”

“
Not much,” I rub my eyes, forcing the memory back. “We acknowledged that we’re both attracted to each other and for a minute there, it was nice. Then it just all went downhill. I kind of wish I could turn back time and not tell him.”

“
Will you be okay?”

“
I’m just sorry that we won’t be friends anymore,” I admit looking up at her.

“
You will,” she looks determined but something in my expression makes her change her mind. “Won’t you?”

“
I don’t think so,” I smile sadly at her.

“
I’m sorry.”

“
It’s fine. Everyone was surprised it lasted this long, it had to end sooner or later, right?” I smile at her.

Sophie goes to bed shortly after but I stay up for the first time ever; really trying to remember my childhood, something I have never allowed myself to do before.

“
Shit! Brooke!”

I snap my eyes open and lift my head up, Sophie
’s shaking me.

“
What is it? What’s wrong?” I ask looking around for danger.

“
Are you okay?” she asks searching my eyes.

“
I’m fine, why?

“
You were screaming and hitting the table,” she says slowly.

“
Sorry for waking you,” I grumble standing up and stretching.

“
It’s fine, I thought you were going to hurt yourself”

“
I’m going out for a bit to get some fresh air, if I don’t see you in the morning, I’ll see you at lunch okay?”

“
Sure,” she says before I close the door after me.

Once I
’m in my car I take a deep breath and rest my head on the steering wheel. I don’t remember the nightmare, but I know it was a bad one because I’m still shaking.  I know from experience that there are only two things that will enable me to get back to sleep, one is having Tucker stay with me and the other is to get so drunk that I pass out. Tucker isn’t an option, so I start my car and head to the all night bar that isn’t far from here.

“
Hey Luke” I say into the phone as soon as he answers.

“
Whoa! Why are you shouting?” he asks me.

I didn
’t realize I was. “I’m not!”

“
Where are you?” he asks me quietly.

“
Why are you whispering?” I whisper back giggling slightly.

“
Oh my god,” I hear him groan and then I can hear voices in the background.

“
Are you with Sophie? Let me talk to her!” I demand.

“
Sophiiieeee” I sing into the phone.

“
Brooke?”

“
Yeap,” I hiccup “Come party?”

“
Who are you with?” she asks, laughing.

“
The band. Dave found me last night…this morning…at the bar and brought me to Jack’s house party. Are you coming?”

“
I’ll see you all tomorrow,” I hear her say away from the phone and then hear keys jangling about. “I’m on my way,” she laughs and hangs up.

“Sophie’s here!” I scream and run up to give her a hug, but I’m stopped by someone lifting me up in the air and spinning me around.

“
It’s your turn!” Dave shouts carrying me back to the table, Sophie follows us laughing.

“
What are we doing?” She asks taking the seat next to me at the table.

“
We are playing Liar! You have to say something about yourself, it can be true or false but if someone catches you out on a lie then you have to take a shot. If anyone says you’re lying when you’re telling the truth, they have to take a shot,” I explain handing her a shot.

“
I can do the splits,” I announce and grin when no one at the table calls me on it.

“
Liar!” Sophie declares looking smug.

“
Fuck,” I mutter and throw my shot back.

“
I’ve had a boob job,” she smirks.

“
Liar!” both Dave and Jack shout at the same time and she takes her shot.

The game continues and Sophie looses badly, not able to call anyone out on a lie except me, and she gets caught in all her own.

“How are we getting home?” I ask Sophie, hiccupping.

“
I have no idea. Ring Matt.” She laughs, dancing on the coffee table as Dave sings one of the band’s songs.

I squint at the phone and dial Matt.

“Hello?”

I frown at the phone to make sure I dialed the right number.
“Uh….is Matt there please?” I ask, but laugh because my s’s sound more like sh’s and Sophie starts cheering when Jack joins her on the table.

“
Brooke?” Tucker asks.

“
Can I speak to Matt,” I ask again slowly this time.

“
I thought you were calling Matt? Who has his phone?” Sophie shouts over to me.

“
Oooh lover boy’s playing away. Want us to kick his ass?” Jack says loud enough to be heard on the phone.

“
Who’s that?” I hear in my ear.

“
Jesus,” I rub my forehead trying to work out who to answer first.

“
Brooke, have you got my boxers?” Dave calls out from the kitchen, I can’t help but laughing at that.

“
Yeah, she’s wearing them,” Sophie calls back laughing after checking my outfit.

“
I won them fair and square buddy!” I shout.

“
Brooke!” Tucker’s shouting at me now.

“
What?” I snap into the phone, not happy with him shouting at me.

“
Where the hell are you?”

“
Can I speak to Matt, please? We need to be picked up.”

“
Hello?” Matt is finally on the phone.

“
At last! Sophie asked me to ask you if you could pick us up please? We can’t drive.”

“
Sure. Where are you? What about your cars?” he asks.

“
Umm, hold on,” I say into the phone. “What about our cars Soph, mines still over at the bar?” I call across the room.

“
I’ll give you a lift to yours tomorrow Brooke and then you can drive Soph to hers,” Jack says and Sophie cheers and hi-fives him.

“
We got it covered,” I say into the phone.

“
Who is that?” Matt demands.

“
Why don’t you both stay here and then Sophie can drive you to your car?” Dave calls from the kitchen.

“
Where the fuck are you Brooke?” Matt shouts through the phone.

“
Umm…Jack’s house, I’ll text you the address now,” I say, and then hang up before he can shout at me anymore. I send him the address then give Sophie her phone back.

“
You’re in trouble,” I sing tauntingly at her.

“
Who cares?” she rolls her eyes then pulls me up on the coffee table to dance with her.

The guys all surround us and start spraying us with champagne, so we start singing a drunken version of
‘It’s Raining Men’.

When the doorbell rings, we all fall silent and freeze. One of the guys opens the door and Matt and Tucker take a step forward. They too freeze as they take in the scene in front of them.

There’s bottles and glasses on every surface, furniture has been moved around and rearranged randomly, four guys are stood around the coffee table holding empty champagne bottles and me and Sophie are stood on that coffee table with our hands still above our heads, soaking wet.

Sophie has someone
’s top on over her dress and I’ve lost my top.  Now I’m wearing a tea towel as a boob tube which Sophie fastened at the back with a safety pin, and a pair of yellow boxers over my own underwear, pulled up over my belly button.

“
Looks like we missed one hell of a party,” Tucker notes quietly but it’s so silent we all hear him. His voice seems to bring us all back to the moment and everyone starts moving away as the party starts back up as if it was never interrupted.

Matt and Tucker help us down from the table and grabbing our arms, they drag us out to Matt
’s car. He puts a towel down on the back seat and sits us both in there. We spend the whole car journey home giggling and singing; the boys don’t say anything to us but are talking quietly to each other. They drop us off in our dorm and leave just before we both collapse and pass out on Sophie’s bed.

“Broke, your phone,” Sophie says from somewhere in the room.

“
Make it stop,” I all but cry.

“
Answer it,” she calls back.

I lift my head off the pillow to see her sat at the kitchen table with Matt.

“Hello,” I say weakly into the phone that I swear I’m going to throw in the bin.

“
Feeling like death Brooke?” Someone laughs into the phone.

“
Do I know you?” I ask the voice

“
Yeah. We met yesterday, you were a little drunk but we got to know each other quite well actually, if you know what I mean.”

I shoot up of the bed.
“What?” I screech into the phone, horrified.

“
Brooke, we had sex yesterday,” the voice says calmly to me.

“
No…no…no…” I hang up the phone and throw it onto my bed where it starts ringing again.

“
What was that about?” Sophie asks looking no better than I feel.

“
I have no idea who that was. He didn’t even tell me his name but he said I had sex with him yesterday.” I walk over to join them at the table.

“
Aren’t you going to answer it?” Matt asks when my phone starts ringing loudly again.

“
No, make it go away,” I wince at the sound of my voice. “Uh…Soph, what are you wearing?” I frown at the top she’s wearing that has ‘
tits, pussy, ass…who cares as long as it’s in my mouth
’ written across her chest.

“
Trust me, yours is no better,” Matt says dryly averting his eyes. I look down and I have a tea towel across my chest that isn’t quite covering what it should be and a pair of yellow sponge bob boxers on.

“
Oh my god,” I whisper and Sophie just nods at me removing her top so I can put it on. Thankfully she still has her dress her underneath it. “Please can you answer it?” I beg Matt, rolling his eyes he gets my phone from the bed and answers it.

“
I can remember almost everything apart from having sex. I think I would remember that,” I whisper to Sophie who nods at me and then winces.

“
It’s for you” Matt says looking amused holding the phone out to me.

“
You were supposed to get rid of them,” I glare at him. “Hello?” I grumble into the phone when he starts laughing.

“
Hey Brooke, I take it you didn’t think my joke was funny?”

“
Dave, I could fucking kill you,” I scream when I hear him laughing in my ear.

“
Sophie’s car’s gone, did you get your car back too?” he asks, still laughing but quietly now.

“
Soph, your cars gone,” I tell her frowning; she doesn’t look like she could have driven it.

“
Me and Tucker got both your cars this morning,” Matt tells us when she looks worried.

“
Yeah we got them both back,” I say into the phone to Dave.

“
Okay, cool. I just wanted to check.”

“
How are you so happy? I feel like I’ve been hit by a bus.” I pout even though he can’t see it through the phone.

“
Easy, I have to pick Dave up from school in an hour. I have no choice,” he laughs obviously not feeling the effects of last night like I am.

“
Well have fun,” I mutter back, making him laugh harder.

“
I’ll talk to you later,” he hangs up on me and I throw my head down on the table.

“
Remind me why I decided to go on a twenty four hour booze binge?” I beg the table.

“
That would be because you couldn’t sleep,” Sophie reminds me patting my shoulder.

“
Oh yeah…Tucker,” I growl his name.

“
What about Tucker?” Matt asks and when I look up, he’s frowning at both of us.

“
Nothing,” I shrug and shoot Sophie a shut-up look.

“
Oh…he’s coming over here soon.” Matt looks at us both when we both frown at him, obviously not understanding.

“
Why?” Sophie asks him.

“
Why wouldn’t he? He’s always over here” he frowns back at her.

“
I cannot deal with this right now,” I announce and walk into the bathroom ignoring their whispering.

“
Brooke, you really are an idiot,” I mutter to the bathroom, lowering myself into the hot bubble bath.

“
Oh my god,” I moan aloud and then freeze when I hear Matt choking on something and Sophie laughing.

“
You okay in there, Brooke?” Sophie calls, laughing.

“
Yeah, I think I’m going to sleep in here from now on,” I call back smiling to myself; maybe this is how I cure my nightmares, get myself relaxed enough and I’ll just drift off.

When I get out of the bath something catches my eye in my mirror, without thinking about it, I grab my robe. Once I
’ve slipped it on, I run out of the bathroom and grab my phone ignoring Sophie. Matt and Tucker are all watching me as if I’m crazy.

“
You bastard!” I snap into the phone as soon as Dave answers.

“
Let me guess, you found them?” He laughs back.

“
How could you let me do that?” I demand so beyond angry now.

“
You wouldn’t listen to me. It was quite amusing; how do you think you lost your jeans in the first place?”

I hang up the phone, pissed off and embarrassed.

“What’s happened?” Matt asks watching me, looking slightly worried.

“
Well I guess I know now how I lost my clothes. Soph?” I ask and gesture for her to come and see.

She walks over to me slowly and I turn my back to the boys. I ignore her frowning at me and open my robe turning slightly to the side.

“You got a tattoo!” she screams at me.

I snap my robe shut and throw my hand over her mouth but it
’s too late.

“
Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up!” I shout at all three of them, who are laughing so loud I’m not sure they heard me.