I was acutely aware of all the clothes I was missing. My skin crawled under the uncomfortable sheets. I felt exposed and gross. I felt unsightly in my own skin. I wouldn't even have wanted to look at me.
My chest was rising and falling quick tugging the blankets up with every inhale. I felt noisier than I probably was since I could only hear my breath in the dark room.
I was just a mess of anxiety and awkwardness. It was amazing that amid my internal melt down the girl beside me was all quiet. She was still as a lake of placid water save for her own chest rising and falling. She was turned towards me curled up. Moments ago she was holding onto me, but I couldn't stand to have her that close after my drunken buzz wore off.
Not that I was disgusted with her, the total opposite actually, she was as beautiful as ever. Her pitch black hair fell messily across her face allowing only her cute nose and parted lips to peek through. Her arms pulled up against her chest hiding most of her perky breasts. She was perfect.
My problem was that she wasn't mine. She hadn't been for a few years now. Sara Norah was her name, and she was my high school sweet heart.
That was about three years ago now. Sara wasn't mine anymore, and would never be, but I was still hers. When ever she called I was there. In her bed at her beck and call.
I guess most guys would probably be happy right? No strings attacked sex with the sexiest girl you know. Its like I shouldn't be complaining right? There is just one little caveat to the arrangement. She is dating my best friend.
I guess I couldn't call him that anymore. Not after having sex countless times with his girlfriend after he trusted us to be done with each other. They had been dating since our senior year of high school, and there I was sophomore year of college still in bed with her.
In the real world she didn't care about me. In the real world I didn't exist to her. In the real world I was a background character to her story. In my world, however, she was still my everything. Still all I thought about, and still my only love.
It made me sick to know I only mattered to her when she was on top of me. She only ever said my name when she was screaming it in bed. She would ignore me tomorrow until she wanted me again, and present it under the guise of keeping it from Leon, her boyfriend.
I knew I was being used, but I still jumped when she asked. Just for a chance to feel like someone wanted me again. For a chance to feel loved even if it was just for the night.
Just like every night before those thoughts of self loathing finally spurred me into leaving her bed. At around the same time of three in the morning. Through a haze I found all my clothes again because I dropped them in pretty much the same place every time. It was routine at this point. A horribly jaded, and self destructive routine.
Eventually I found my way to my car, and drove to my apartment. A little buzzed like usual, but with enough presence of mind to get myself home alright in the empty streets.
I stumbled into my apartment half dead with a head full of wet cotton. I dropped my backpack somewhere near the door with a loud thud. It slid and knocked over a small table next to my TV that usually held my keys. The noise of the wood clattering to the floor really cut the quiet night like a knife.
"Jesus fuck!"
Someone screamed in the dark. I nearly swallowed my tongue as I leapt backward scrambling for the light switch. When I finally hit it I saw the source. A brunette girl sitting on my couch clutching a blanket to her chest with one hand, and the remote for my TV cocked back ready to throw in the other.
We both froze for a moment untangling the situation in our heads before it all clicked. I slumped back against the wall and pulled the door closed behind me.
"Liam, you scared the hell out of me!"
She was still breathing heavy leaning back against the couch. She dropped the remote now. A second too late on the light, and I might have been sleeping on the floor with a concussion.
"Fuck Elizabeth, its my apartment, you scared the hell out of me!"
She crossed her arms as the surprise slowly twisted into anger. Her soft brown eyes hardened into a fierce glare. I couldn't figure out why she was angry about me coming into my own apartment.
"What? What are you even doing here?"
"Liam... we were suppose to study, and get dinner tonight? Don't you remember?"
No I didn't remember, but something told me that might have something to do with the vodka from earlier. I felt a creeping dread reach into my scalp and flood down my spine.
"Wait... I don't..."
Elizabeth got up, and walked her way over to me holding out her phone. It was the texts between the two of us.
"Don't worry Liz. I owe you for helping me on that last exam. Ill help you study for your English."
"I don't know Liam, if you wanna pay that debt off I need a little more. You had me up all night cramming for that test with you."
"Alright that is fair... How about dinner? My treat? Doesn't even have to be fast food. Ill take you some place nice."
"Deal."
"Let yourself into my apartment. Ill be by in a little while."
I didn't need to check my phone. I remembered it all at that point, and I also remembered that right after I sent that last text Sara called me. I even remembered stupidly thinking I could see Sara for an hour and then get to Elizabeth. So much for time management.
"Liz I... Why did you stay here so long?"
"I was tired! I've been cramming for test after test this semester. I was also already here so I just studied my English by myself."
Checking my own phone she had texted quite a few times after that until she realized I wasn't coming and stopped. My heart broke. It shattered into thousands of pieces, and I felt that crawling feeling under my skin again. I just wanted to be invisible.
"Elizabeth I'm so sorry... I got caught up with some old friends and I..."
I was lying, and doing it poorly. I was still too buzzed to be trying to smooth talk her. She sniffed the air a few times and stepped back away from me.
"You smell like a bar Liam! Are you drunk right now? Did you drive drunk?!"
I felt sick to my stomach. Half because of all the vodka I drank on an empty stomach, and half because of how I had treated Elizabeth. She didn't deserve it. She had been my friend ever since I started college.
Freshman year we were in the same English class, and she was having troubles passing. Since my degree was for English I had no problem, and didn't mind helping her. We only got closer since then. She was the only person who knew about my issues with my body, and Sara.