A/N: I promise. I am working on this story. However, I have been working on others more. If you want me to update this before I actually do, feel free to tell me to update, but please give me about three days to do so.

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~Rissa

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I had my head on the bar table and groaned, drunk out of my mind. My head and heart ached, and I couldn't tell which one hurt worse.

My heart yearned to be with the female that had captured it, but I didn't know if she wanted me back. And it didn't help that I had treated her like shit the first few days we actually held a conversation with each other until I found out what she was hiding.

If she wanted me, then she would be more of a saint than me.

I wanted to forget all about her, the way that her face lit up when she smiled at me and how her eyes seemed to grow softer. I wanted to forget about the way she moved and danced, so gracefully that I had a feeling she would have won multiple competitions if she had been allowed to compete in them.

"So," the bartender said, sliding something towards me. He looked at me; I could feel his gaze on me, and I couldn't help but wonder if he knew my secret. "Is this all over some girl?" he asked.

"Yes," I said and didn't lift my head from its spot, "but she isn't some girl. She's a very beautiful girl, both inside and out. She's sweet and charming, and she makes my heart flutter and stop beating, but..."

"But..?" the bartender inquired, and I had a feeling he raised an eyebrow. "But what?"

"But I don't think she wants a guy like me. We've been in school with each other for many years, and I had normally ignored her because I thought she was just some nerd that didn't know how to have fun."

"Hmph." He paused. "What changed?" he asked.

"We were set up together for a project for school, and I got to know her. I got to see the real her that she kept hidden, and I fell in love with her."

The bartender nodded and stayed silent. He cleared his throat and shifted away from me. "Give me a second," he said when he heard someone call his name. "I have to take care of this customer."

I grunted my response and didn't say another word while he went to help the other customer. My heart was broken while I waited for him to get back or whoever he called to get here.

All I wanted to do was get another thing to drink, but I had a feeling that the bartender wouldn't allow me to have something else, or at least have something alcoholic like I wanted.

Damn you, Bay, I thought and closed my eyes while I banged my head on the table. Damn you and the way that you are making me feel.

"Blake?" someone asked and worry filled their voice. "Stop banging your head on the table." They placed their hand on my shoulder, and I stopped banging my head on the table but didn't lift it.

I stayed silent and grew tense while I waited for them to do something else. I had no idea whose hand was on my shoulder and didn't care.

"Are you Princess?" the bartender that was taking care of me asked the person when he got back towards us.

"Well, I guess so," the person beside me replied. "That was my number that you had called."

"Hmph," the male said. "Tell him that he owes over one hundred dollars when he is not as drunk as he is."

"I can just cover it now," the person said and removed their hand from my shoulder to grab the bill. "It's not a big deal."

"Will he let you?" he asked, and I had a feeling that he had looked at me, but I ignored him.

Another person snorted. "He doesn't have a choice," he said, and I had a small feeling that it was Trevor because it sounded like him. "He won't be able to change her mind because she is stubborn. It's why we don't get along."

"No, we don't get along because you are a pain in the butt and because you act like my older brother, even though I am older than you."

The male chuckled and nodded. "Ok," he said, relenting. "I won't try to fight you because I have a feeling that I would lose anyway."

"No," I said and lifted my head. "I'll pay." I started to reach into my pocket but didn't feel my wallet where it should be. "My wallet," I said and took my hand out of my pocket before I started to pat my jeans to see if I couldn't feel it that way. "Where is my wallet?" I started to look around for it, panicking slightly.

"It's on the floor, Numbnut," someone said, and I looked around to see that it was a girl and Trevor standing near me. The girl picked up my wallet and held onto it while she paid for my bill without batting an eye. "Damn, you owe me big time when you are sober."

"Meh." I turned back around and laid my head against the bar again, not caring about my wallet. I started to bang my head on the counter again, silently cursing Bailey for making me be in this position.

Please like me if I ever ask you, I thought while I kept banging my head on it.

"Do you know why he is like this?" the girl asked and placed her hand in between my head and the counter while she looked at the bar tender. "Or do you want to ring us out so that we can get him home first before you tell us?"

"The gist of it is that he is in love with a girl, and he is scared that she doesn't love him," the bartender said while he took the card from her. "He was an ass to her, and he doesn't think she likes him the way that he does."

"I can assure you that she does," Trevor said with a slight teasing tone in his voice while he looked at the girl.

"Shut up," the girl said, her voice shaking a bit. "Blake, Sweetie, you need to stop banging your head against my hand. You're going to lose the rest of your brain cells while you are at it."

"I don't have any," I grumbled, and they both snorted, amused. "Now, leave me alone so that I can wallow in self-pity."

"I'm sorry, but we can't," Trevor said. "Now, come on. Let's go home or at least go back to Bay's house. I'm sure she is worried about you and is not sleeping like she should be."

I scoffed and rolled my eyes but stopped banging my head on the girl's hand. "You're just saying that because you want me to leave."

"That and because it is true," the girl said. "She, well, I am worried about you. I wasn't able to sleep because you left and didn't say when you would be back."

Sadness and hurt filled her voice, and I couldn't help but lift my head and look at her.

"I will get this rung up," the bartender muttered and left without another word, and Trevor muttered something under his breath that I didn't catch.

The girl smiled sadly and dipped her head closer to her chest. "Can you come back home with us?" she asked softly, and I slowly nodded.

Relief filled her eyes, and she nodded before she looked at Trevor. "Can you take him home? I need to finish getting his bill covered before I leave."

"Which car?" Trevor asked.

"His," she replied. "I don't want him puking in my Jeep."

Trevor nodded. "Ok, Man," he said and held out his hand for my car keys. "Hand me over your keys."

"But Bailey," I whined, pouting.

"Bailey will be at the house in a few," he said. "As soon as you get to sleep, you can go see her. Ok?"

"But what if she doesn't want to see me?" I asked.

"Trust me, I will," the girl said, and I looked at her. "I don't like seeing you like this, but I will want to see you when you are sober."

I pouted and placed my finger near the girl's mouth while I looked at her. "Shhhh," I said. "You aren't her. You don't know what she will do."

Trevor bit back a laugh while the girl pulled away from my finger, looking disgusted.

"You better be glad you are drunk," she said, and I shrugged because I didn't care. "Now go back to the house. She will see you when you are awake and sober, ok?"

"Promise?" I asked and let my hand fall to my side. My heart skipped a beat before it started to pound harder.

She smiled and nodded. "Promise."

"Ok," I said and stood before I looked at Trevor. "Let's go."

Trevor caught me before I fell over. "Damn, you are going to be in deep shit if this gets out," he said and helped put my arm over his shoulder. "Come on and let's go."

I shrugged and stayed silent before I stopped and looked towards the bar. "Night, Girlie," I said over my shoulder to the girl that stood at the bar paying for my drinks. "Thank you."

"Any time, Blake," she said, distracted by something, but I didn't even care. "Any time."

And with that, Trevor and I left without another word.