Chapter 8 Kyran
Kyran
I wasn't expecting a call from Weslyn to come through, and I don't know what possessed me to answer it, but I was curious.
Way too curious to where my heart felt like it was pounding out of my chest as I hit the answer button.
And when the call connected, I did not expect to hear the loud bass of music drowning out the background and part of me felt a bit worried for some reason.
I haven't texted her back because I don't know what to say. And even now after all the hours that have passed, still nothing comes to my head. But I have been thinking about texting her all day. I've wanted to. I just don't want to force it and I don't even know if she cares.
I was sitting on the couch, beer in hand, while watching a movie when her call came through and I had to double take to make sure I wasn't imagining things, likely manifesting them because all I've been able to think about is our very small conversation.
Now, I stare at the phone, call ended, and something nags at me to finally text her back.
10:25pm
You called? Are you okay? I heard loud music…
I ask, wanting to leave an open-ended question hoping it will force her to respond.
Her text bubble indicates a response is on its way.
10:27pm
Accidental
Are you drunk?
I make the assumption based on her misused word and short answer. And I feel like a dick for it honestly. Who the hell am I to assume and why should I care? Why should she tell me? But when her next message that comes through, I can gather that my assumption was fairly true.
10:28pm
are u old ?
I can tell the liquor is leading, her grammar seemingly drunk as well compared to the messaged from this morning and last night. And I could be offended by what she chooses to say in response, but I'm not. Instead, I just casually entertain her accusation.
10:29pm
I'm 36, Weslyn. I'm not old.
Ok. so ur not so old so why havent u texted me back :(
She's right. Even drunk, she's right. And maybe I shouldn't entertain her while she's not sober, but I also think that maybe texting her might keep her from drinking even more. Not that it's my responsibility. But I've wanted to talk to her all day, oddly enough, and now is my chance.
10:30pm
Hey, I'm texting you now aren't I?
What kind of party are you at?
shits and gigs party lololol
Fuck. I know how reckless a college party can get even if I haven't been to one in over ten years.
I sit up in my seat a little, anxious for the state of mind she's in.
But do I have a right to be? Should I be concerned?
What can I even do for her in this situation?
And why does it matter? She's an adult and I'm just a stranger with her phone number.
10:32pm
Are you there with anyone?
I suddenly wonder if she's got a boyfriend or is in a relationship of some type. I don't know why I didn't think of that sooner, but what effect would that have on whatever this is?
It takes a minutes for her to respond, but I watch as the little dots tell me she's starting to type again.
10:36pm
did ur wifey find out bout us and thats why youu havent talkd to me ?
Wow. that's a sentence right there. And now I know now that she truly is too wasted and my concern is valid. But I take the time to respond to her anyway.
10:38pm
I'm not married. So no. But is anything there with you at the party, Weslyn?
no im by myselff
So, you're not seeing anyone?
oh I'm seeing plenty of someones. In fact I see like 2 of everyone right now
I chuckle, and part of me yearns to hear how her drunk words would sound if I could hear her voice. But I do recognize that what she says only solidifies that she needs to be monitored slightly. So I ask for clarification, if only so that I know I'm not stepping on toes here.
10:40pm
Are you single, Weslyn?
when you say my name like that it makes me feel like im in trouble
but no sir im 20 and ready 2 mingle
I let that answer sit for a minute. Illegally drinking. Twenty.
Sir.
Maybe I took advantage of her current state to ask her a question I otherwise wouldn’t have been brave enough to ask if she wasn't inebriated.
But nonetheless, I asked it and now I have to decide what I'll do with that information.
Twenty. That's sixteen years younger than me.
But that only matters if we intended to be more than stranger on the phone, right? Or would it even matter then?
But before I can type up something to respond with, another text from her pops up.
10:42pm
how do u know im not a man and ur asking me if im single
Weslyn, I told you your name was beautiful, remember? I'm pretty sure by now I've gathered that you aren't a man.
yeah okay but wouldn't it be funny if i was
Why would that be funny?
idk lol
Did you drive to this party?
yeah im afraid i so did
whoops
So, how are you planning on getting home then? Did you have someone who can take you?
TO be so fuckinn forreal i might have to sleep here
I know it's not my place, but I hate knowing that information. A drunk girl at a party filled with horny college boys and no way to get home. No chance. But what am I able to do about it and is it really my place to even care? Is it overstepping to offer help?
10:55pm
I'm going to be honest, I don't like that idea, Weslyn.
me neither but i cant drive right now
Can I ask why you decided to get so drunk?
just wanted some excitment iguess becuase its so boring, really and tbh i didnt even know i drank this much i was just ahving a good time but also you didnt text me back
Wait, so you're blaming this one me?
no i didnt mean that my bad lol
Can you send me your location, Weslyn?
why so u can stalk me
No. So I can send you an Uber.
no thanks sir i don't take candy from babies
Lol. What?
idk
Weslyn, I know we don't know each other. But I'll be honest, I wouldn't feel okay if I let you stay at that party tonight knowing I can do something about it. You are really drunk and I just want to make sure you get home safe.
well arent u some kind of night in shining armor
No, I'm not. I just want to help. Send me your location, Weslyn.
I don't want you to know where i live
It's an honest response, and one I will totally respect the boundary of because I know how foreign this situation is.
11:07pm
You won't have to tell me your destination, only where you're at right now. You can give your home address to the driver. I won't know where you live. I promise.
I wait, eager for her to listen. But there's nothing much I can do if she chooses not to and I would understand why. A few minutes pass, I watch the phone for any signal that she's texting, but then before I know it, her location comes through.
11:10pm
I type the address into the rideshare app and wait for the information to process before sending her another text.
11:13pm
Thank you, Weslyn. Your driver will be waiting for you in twenty minutes at the front door. Black SUV.