Strings (1 of 2)

Chapter 27 - Wine Confessions

"You haven't really dated anyone since Dean." Santana informs me, like I don't already know my own love life.

"We didn't date." I correct her and she rolls her eyes.

"You did. Without the labels. For eight months. But whatever." I down the glass of wine in my hand and sit up to fill it again from the bottle on the coffee table beside me. As soon as I sit up, I can feel the alcohol rush to my head. 

How many glasses have I had? 3?

Shit.

At least I don't work tomorrow.

"My point is," Santana continues and I try to focus on what she is saying. "I think you should at least try. Go on a date with him and see if you like him. It doesn't have to mean anything."

I stare at her silently, praying she will let this go if I am quiet for long enough.

"For me?" She adds with a pout and I groan, looking up to the ceiling.

"I'll think about it." I reply after a second to shut her up.

"Great!" She grins, showing off her perfect teeth. Jade looks excited too. I have a feeling they discussed this before they came here, scheming how to get me out of my 'lonely' shell of a love life.

I grab the pillow behind my head and throw it at her stupidly beautiful smiling face. It hits the ground in front of her feet and we all burst into laughter.

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Jade and Santana leave around midnight in ubers, both too wasted to drive. I close the front door after I see the car drive away and stumble over the carpet, falling to my knees.

I can feel it hurt, but it makes me laugh hysterically. A bottle of wine later and I am definitely not in my right mind.

My phone chirps in my back pocket and I grab it immediately, sitting down on the carpet on my bum, off my stinging knees.

'Love youuuu' A text from Jade pops up. She's so drunk.

I giggle and reply 'I love youuuu. Text me when you get home'

I click out of my texts with Jade and spot Nathan's contact below hers. I click into it and see his texts from yesterday before he picked me up from work.

That fucker said he would call me today. He didn't. He didn't even text me. I distracted myself all day, trying not to wait for the call. But I was waiting and it didn't come.

I don't even know what I did to make him upset. Is this because I wouldn't sleep with him after work?

I hate men.

 I press the call button on his name before I can chicken out. I giggle as it rings. I know I'll regret this in the morning, but I have some things to say while my filter is inebriated.

The call connects on the third ring and his groggy sleeping voice answers, "Hello?"

"You didn't call. You said you would." I slur into the phone loudly, probably too loudly while he is clearly sleeping. But right now, I don't give a shit. Wake up, Mr. Moody.

"Emily?" He asks, confused. I hear his sheets rustle as he sits up against the head board. I smirk at the image of his bed in my mind and then shake my head. No, Emily, focus.

"Who else? Did you promise someone else you would call them, too?" I counter, knowing it sounds bitchy but I don't care.

"Are you drunk?" He asks. I can hear the amusement in his voice and it annoys me. I want to get mad at him, not make him laugh.