Christian's Pov.....
"Am I that bad of a person?"
"Look," She sighs and turns to me. "You aren't a bad person. You just have a bad reputation with girls."
"Bad reputation with girls?" I scoff. "How do I have a bad reputation with girls when all they do is flock me?"
"And that's the problem." She sits on the bed and faces me. "How do you expect someone to trust you when girls are always around you 22 hours a day?"
"First of all, that's an exaggeration." She shakes her head and goes back to what she was doing. "And second, I didn't know it was a crime to be this handsome."
"You're too proud about it."
"You expect me to be timid?"
"There's no point in talking to you. You only listen to what you want to hear."
"But-"
"What are you even doing here?" She asks me, her hands on her hips.
After I left my place, I drove straight to Billie's and now I'm in her room, sitting on her desk chair, arguing with her.
"Lesley said something that has been bothering me."
"Since when have you cared about what she said? You never gave a thought about anything about her, but now you're being bothered?"
"It's not like that." I state. "I just realized what if that's how other people see me?"
"And how do they see you?" She sits on her bed once again.
"As someone who cheats around. One who isn't trustworthy at all."
"You know, before you came, I was on my own, peacefully looking for the outfit I'm going to wear but now you've come and put a comma on it."
"What are you trying to say?"
"I'm trying to tell you to get friends. You can't just be coming to me all the time."
"I do have friends. Not just on this campus."
"See? You're lonely. The only person you have as friends is me and Lesley. And now because one of those friends said something negative about you, you're starting to doubt yourself." She states. "Yes, you look like someone who can't sit still when it comes to ladies. I mean look at what you were during high school. You had different ladies by your side every week. But look at you now. You haven't been with a single lady for almost two years now." She reminds me and I groan.
"Please don't remind me of that." She chuckles. "I don't even know why I told you that."
"Beats me." She replied. "I don't even know why you've been like that for almost two years." She shakes her head. "The point here is that you have that rep because that's the picture you painted for yourself. Although you seem like a changed person regarding that aspect even though I'm yet to see it, that image is going to be with you. As long as you're with the people who have known you for so long." She states.
I always wanted to have that cool, bad boy image in high school. I wanted to be that guy every female wanted to be with.
And I was.
But now I don't even know what I want anymore.
Billie walks into her closet. "Does Lesley know about your celibacy?"
"I'm not celibate!" I shout. "And I haven't told her yet. I don't see a reason to, and she wouldn't even believe me anyway if I did."
"True." She pops her head out. "For a guy like you not to have had sex with any girl for almost two years is definitely celibate. Or gay."
"I'm not definitely not gay. Why would you even think that?"
She walks back in. "Why would you want to go celibate?" She asks.
"I'm not-"
"Yeah, yeah." She walks back out and dumps a couple of clothes on her bed.
"So how do I change the scenario that people have about me?"
"Prove it." With one hand on her hip, she stares at me.
I raise an eyebrow. "Prove it?"
*******
I parked in front of my apartment and sighed.
I could already see the party lights coming from my apartment and I sighed again.
I got out of the car, locked it and walked into the building. As soon as I got out of the elevator, I could hear the soft beats coming from the house. Only for me to get there and be deafened by the loud music.
The house was a mess.
People were scattered everywhere, I even had to squeeze myself to enter.
How many people did Billie say she invited again?
I thought this was going to be a nice, gentle birthday party. Not a wild one.
In the midst of all the chaos, I couldn't find Lesley. I couldn't even see her silhouette. She had called me several times but my phone was on silent.
She's going to freaking bite my ear off when she finds me.
Billie was with a guy in a corner and they were laughing their butts off with two other people.
I'm guessing he's Ian because he had a BIRTHDAY BOY sash on. I'll talk with him later, but right now, only one person was on my mind.
I checked everywhere around the house but I couldn't find her. It's not like she'd just disappear would she?
I was about to give up when I managed to see her figure in the kitchen. She was drinking water from a bottle and she hit her chest lightly.
She placed the bottle on the counter and sighed. Her face was flushed. Probably from all the beer she had taken, and her eyes looked bored. I couldn't properly see what she had on because she was standing behind the counter but I was as hell sure she wanted out of here. And she also looked drunk. Really drunk.
She took a beer from the counter and opened it. She gulped the whole can of beer in a go and I chuckled.
"She must be really drunk for her to drink that fast." I muttered to myself.
Her eyes darted around until they finally settled on me. She stared at me for a second before she smiled. A heart stopping smile.
I swear my heart stopped at that moment.
She smiled at me then waved gently. I couldn't seem to move from my spot. I couldn't seem to tear my eyes away from her. The only thing I could see was her smile. The only thing in the room I could notice, was her. Only her.
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Lesley's pov…..
I groaned as I shifted on the bed. My head felt like it had split into two and it felt like there was an elephant stampede going on in there.
My hand went straight to my head and it felt hot. Really hot.
That's what happens when you over drink.
I could vaguely remember what happened last night. All I knew was that I drank can after can, cup after cup and now, here I am.
My pillow felt stiff, and for some reason, warm.
Please don't tell me my heat is reflecting on my stuff.
I groaned again, but immediately, I was pulled into a warm embrace. Arms went around me and I was pulled closer. The next thing, I heard a contented sigh and breaths of air fanning my hair.
My pillow doesn't move. My pillow doesn't breathe. And most of all, my bed doesn't pull me in for an embrace.
My eyes opened immediately and I was met with a guy sleeping beside me.
Point of correction. I was met with a sleeping Christian with one hand over my waist pulling me close and the other, under my head as a pillow.
The next thing instinctively, I pushed him away and screamed.