“Yeah I have. Now where are yours? At home on your dresser?” I replied, paying no attention to any of them. At this time, I was basically holding all of Mimi’s weight. I scooted forward a bit just to get a feel for what the next million feet would feel like, but just as I moved forward, so did my grip on her. I grabbed her by the arm and tried readjusting her.
Just as I got her back into place an arm wrapped around Mimi and pulled her off of me. “Hello, what do you think you're doing? When I said we were going home, I didn’t mean you, me, and Mimi.” I’m shocked really, when did Corey start caring about Mimi, and why is he being so nice.
“Slow your roll, Pocahontas. Hand the stripper over and no one gets hurt.” He says a mocking smile on his face. Not that it matters, I couldn’t fight him off if I tried, but what’s he talking about, he practically has her in his hands already.
“I’m not a strriippherrr.” Mimi mumbles out, her English very off. Corey snickers taking her in his arms. At this point I’m flabbergasted on what to do. Do I call a cab? Where is he going with her? Is this a setup? Panic sets in and I know I’m on the verge of a panic attack.
“Breathe, just breathe.” A soft velvety voice whispers in my ear. I focus on the voice, as my breathing evens out. Rex’s smell surrounds me and I so badly want to give into it. It’s tempting me, it’s calling me. Hands are on my face holding my head in place as his forehead leans against mine. Even though I know it’s wrong, I let him continue to hold me for that brief second; taking in his smells, his body, and his breath.
Feelings rush back to those empty places where the scars of what happened had healed. I feel them ripping at the seams, just like a stitch that's been pulled. I feel my heart bleeding, and beating for him and it’s more than I can take.
I pull back, stumbling into the table. His eyes meet mine, a frenzy look of need is in them and I know he’s feeling what I am and that scares me.
“I... I need to go. I need to find Mimi.” I say pushing past him and into the crowd. I can’t be around him right now, the hurt and pain I thought was gone isn’t. No amount of alcohol, books, or chocolate can cure this bittersweet heart ache. Nothing can remove someone you once loved from your heart. Not even time.
Heading towards the exit, I take a glance around the room. I find Mimi, and Corey sitting at a nearby table. He’s holding her head in his lap, cradling it like nothing I’ve never seen.
“Could you call us a cab?” I yell over the music. I’m ready to leave, hell I was ready to leave before I even got here. This thing with Rex is too much for me; too much too soon. I don’t even know if I want a thing with him ever again.
“Already did, Mimi here thought it would be an excellent accessory if she added a little puke to my outfit.” Corey bellows, as I look down at the puke that mares the front of his shirt. I roll my eyes, I should’ve known taking Mimi to college would mean that she would get worse, High School was a breeze. College not so much, you add beaches, hot guys, and drinks and it’s like Mimi’s dream world.
“Sorry.” I say weakly, not really sure how to have a conversation with him. All we’ve ever done is yell and call each other names, talking is something completely new.
“Its whatever.” He scuffs off as if it’s nothing. Something has changed him, something within him is different.
Ten minutes later a cab pulls up and Mimi and I pile into it. We sit in silence on the ten minute drive home, mostly because she’s snoring, and drooling in my lap, and I just don’t feel like speaking. Once at the apartment I wake Mimi, and drag her from the cab. I pay the guy, and we stumble up the stairs to our house.