"Worth more than a rebound fuck, hmm? Care to tell me why you punched tonight's sex, please” Maxxie said, crossing his arms.
“I don’t know why” I said, head in my hands again.
“Fuck no. Not that I wouldn’t be… Ahh, fuck”.
I glanced up in time to see a confused look flash across his face. I groaned and looked at Pete for some help.
“I’m guessing you don’t know Cayden that well. This guy can never put his feelings into words. And if he does manage it he just tends to fuck things up” Pete said for me. Maxxie hardly looked impressed.
“Not really helping” I muttered.
“Well it’s further than you got, bitch. Now shut up, I’m trying to sort your life out” Pete snapped.
“I know what you’re like, you’re just going to make things worse” I whined.
“Just because he’s been on your mind all day”.
“Pete, fuck off”.
“Cayden, just give me a straight answer” Maxxie said with a sigh.
“I can’t! I can’t give you a straight answer because I don’t know what the fuck I mean. I don’t fucking know why I punched him. I don’t know, okay?!”
“Dude, don’t think about it, just say it” Pete said trying to be helpful.
“Fine. You know what, you can go back in there and fuck that guy for all I care”.
Maxxie looked hurt for a second but got over it pretty quickly. “Maybe I will” he snapped, turned on his heel and marched back into the club.
I groaned at how much of an ass I’d been again and glared at Pete when I saw the look he gave me. “Pete, just… Just call someone… Go to one of the flashy celeb bars because I can’t deal with you right now”.
Pete shrugged and sauntered off. He’d probably hate me for a while but I really couldn’t care less at that precise moment. I leant against the wall, taking a couple deep breaths and spotted Blondie from the night before.
“Well well, if it isn’t Blondie from last night. Fancy seeing you here again”.
Blondie looked shell-shocked, as if he hadn’t expected to be seen.
“C’mon, dude, back in there. I need to be drunk and I need something blonde to look at instead of Maxxie, kay?”