Chapter 3
NOAH
Iattempt to stifle a yawn as Josslyn keeps adamantly gossiping with the girl who's stopped at our table, and keeps giving me 'come bend me over this table' eyes.
I'm tired, irritated, not inebriated enough, and incredibly bored with this whole situation, and my present company.
My eyes trail over Josslyn's features, cataloguing all the things I missed before I went and blew up my entire world with this succubus.
Like the fact that her forehead doesn't move with all the Botox she's gotten, or how her cock sucking lips, which were already plump and juicy, have almost doubled in size with all the collagen she's had injected into them, and now make her look like a demented duck who's always attempting to whistle.
Then there's the blonde hair that I didn't realize was mainly made of extensions, until I started yanking them out when I fuck her hard and ruthlessly like the whore she is.
To top it all off, her annoying voice grates on my nerves, and her laugh makes me want to stab my eyes out with a fork.
How the fuck did this become my life now?
Well, let's see, you destroyed the one chance at happiness you had in your whole miserable life.
Broke down and destroyed a good girl who loved and cherished you, for a piece of skanky ass and fake tits.
Lost one of your closest friends in the process, who is now trying everything he can to get with said perfect broken girl.
You're failing most of your college classes, and running low on money, which you have no way to replenish unless you sell dope or get a job.
Your parents hate you and don't return your calls, and oh yeah, you might have caught an STI from the bakery slut, who you barebacked yesterday in a dirty alley, just so you could feel any emotion other than despair.
My mind's commentary, listing all my failures, makes me down the rest of the beer in front of me in one large gulp.
Maybe if I get drunk fast enough tonight, I'll be able to forget that look on Cordelie's face when she saw us earlier at the coffee shop, or how pale she got, and how her overly thin body trembled, as she attempted to keep herself together when faced with our toxic presence in her vicinity.
While I'm at it, I should try to forget the way Sly instantly came to her rescue, or how he escorted her out of the cafe like a white knight keeping her safe from a villain, namely me.
You don't fucking deserve Cordelie, you never did. This is your penance, this skank that hangs onto you for dear life and uses you, just like you do her.
"Babe, isn't that right?" Josslyn's long, fake fingernails drag down my arm, scratching at the bare skin of my tattooed forearms, and her voice fills with annoyance at the fact that I'm not paying the slightest attention to her. God, save me from this needy bitch.
"What?" I question, yanking my arm away from her, while trying my best to get the waitress's attention so I can get another drink, maybe something a little stronger, while at the same time debating on whether to smash my current beer bottle on the table, and use one of the shards to slit my own throat and put me out of my current misery.
"I was just saying that we're going to the party tomorrow night at Parker's, but I hope that mopey, pathetic bitch isn't there to ruin our night.
Like, really, she should get a clue. No one fucking wants her to come out anymore.
" Josslyn pushes her long strands over one of her bony shoulders, and I have to stop myself from strangling her with them for talking smack about Cordelie.
She knows I don't like that shit, and that she needs to keep Cordelie's name out of her mouth.
I've given her plenty of warnings, but apparently all the bleach has gone to her damn airless head, 'cause she just keeps at it.
Maybe it makes her feel better about herself, to put down a person who once loved and was good to both of us.
The truth is, there's nothing pathetic about my ex-girlfriend and her ex-best friend.
We're the pathetic ones. We betrayed someone who wouldn't hurt a damn fly.
I reach below the table and grab her thigh, squeezing until she flinches and tries to hide what I'm doing to her, with a fake smile toward the girl who's watching us intently.
"I don't care who's at the party, and neither should you, Joss.
As for her being pathetic, babe, don't throw insults around until you've looked in the mirror, it's like living in a glass house and all.
" I'm done waiting for the waitress. I need that fucking drink right now.
I release my hold on Josslyn's leg and drag my chair backward quickly, walking away from both bitches that are now staring at me like I've sprouted a second head.
I should be worried that Josslyn will make me pay for that little dig later, but the truth is that I don't actually care, and she won't stay mad for long before she's back deep-throating my cock like a champ.
Yeah, our relationship is extremely toxic, but that's what gets us both off.
I press my forearms against the top of the cool granite bar, as I wait for the bartender to be done serving the patron a few seats down.
My body is flush with misery, every part of me rejecting the need to keep standing and breathing.
Every molecule inside of me wants to storm out of this place and go pound on Cordelie's door, get down on my fucking knees, and beg for her forgiveness.
I know I won't. I can't, because I remember that look on her face when she caught us.
The look of her heart shattering. The one I was supposed to protect and keep safe, but instead treated like garbage under my feet.
"Scotch double neat, and keep them coming until I'm not seeing straight.
" I nod as the bartender acknowledges me.
"Yeah, like you sign up through the app and all these bitches have their dirtiest fantasies on there, and for one night you can fulfill them, and treat them like whores.
" I catch the conversation next to me, as the guy shows his phone to his buddy next to him.
I try to be discreet as I peek over to see what he's showing him, but the angle's off, and I can't get a good look.
"They're all wearing masks that cover their faces, and you have to wear one too for the night of the event.
You should see some of the requests on here.
Some of the women want to have a train run on them, and some want to be tied up.
There's even one that wants to be chased through the woods and fucked into the ground.
She's wearing a red riding hood cape that hides her features in her profile pic, like fuck yes, I want to be your big bad wolf, baby.
" He chuckles and puts his phone down face-up on the counter, and I finally get a look at the screen.
"Hey, sorry for eavesdropping, but what app is that?
" I inquire after downing my scotch, and the bartender instantly refills it.
The guy looks over at me with annoyance, but then his face transforms into a smirk.
I'm not sure if he recognizes me from campus, or if I've sold him drugs recently.
I used to be on the football team, that is, before my friend Sly got me kicked off for dealing drugs, within weeks of Cordelie realizing what a shit human I am.
I used to be a lot of things, but now I'm nothing, and I have no one else to blame but myself.
"Hey, man, it's a new app for Valentine's.
Get this, it's a one-night thing where you get to live out all of your sickest, kinkiest fantasies.
You pair with a match, and on February fourteenth, instead of dealing with all that cupid bullshit, you get fucked up and fuck around with a mask on.
You don't know them, and they don't know you.
Then, poof, at midnight, the app disappears, and it was like it never happened.
" I can feel his excitement; he's practically trembling with it.
I can think of numerous reasons why this app and situation are a bad idea, and how it can lead to people getting hurt, but I don't utter a single word.
Who am I to warn him about consequences?
I'm still swallowing mine, and they're filled with jagged glass.
I pull out my phone and go to the app store. "What's the app called?" I question as I down the next shot, and feel my chest tighten as the hard liquor burns on its way to my guts.
"Anti-Valentine's Match, kinda catchy, isn't it?
" He laughs and shows me his screen again, and I pull it up on my phone.
He looks over his shoulder at Josslyn and her friend, who are still staring daggers at me.
"Hey, isn't one of them your girl?" He questions as his eyes latch onto Josslyn's massive tits, threatening to spill from her shirt.
I down the next glass, my head beginning to spin a bit, as I pocket my phone after downloading the app.
I glance back at Josslyn and roll my eyes.
"Yup, the blonde with the big tits. Feel free to cop a feel.
She likes it when men feel her up, it makes her feel pretty.
" I turn around, ignoring her, and get ready to escape before calling over the bartender.
"The blonde, that's my girlfriend, she's paying for my drinks, and whatever these guys want to. "
"Thanks, man, that's cool of you," the guy with the app taps me on the arm, happiness radiating off him. I'd love to stick around and see Josslyn's face when she gets hit with the bill for my top shelf liquor, but I find I've had all I can take of her for one night without literally wanting to die.
I go to turn away, stumbling a bit as my head spins, and a snort escapes my lips.
Fuck, I'm not going to be able to drive.
The expensive scotch is starting to hit me hard, so I'd better call for an Uber.
Guess I should use Josslyn's account, she'd want me to be safe and all as I flee from her for the night, and look for someone more exciting to fuck, and who reminds me less of what a failure I am.
"Friend," I hiccup, "Don't forget to wrap it up when fucking my girlfriend, you have no idea where she's been." I tap him on the shoulder and stagger my way out of the bar toward the street.
I stare up at the night sky, and all the pretty stars, as I wait for a green Honda Civic, and a guy named Chuck, to pick me up.
I wonder what Cordelie is doing right now and who she's with, even though I have no right to.
Fuck, I'm so sorry, baby. I wish I could take it all back, but I can't, and you're better off without me dragging you down into the filth.
I think about stepping into oncoming traffic, but before I can do much more than take a drunken step, Chuck and his Civic pull up. "You Noah?"
I pry open the back door and slip inside with an exhausted huff. "Yeah, but I wish I wasn't."