One More Time

RHETT

Fuck. Am I really do this?

“You ready for a fucking good time, bro?” Tommy asked.

Tom waved for the bartender to order another round of drinks for us.

“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” I said.

“Come on. You know it’s gonna be awesome. Think about all the hot chicks we went to school with. You know how hot they’re all gonna be now?” he asked.

“Or they could all be moms that let themselves go and have four kids and drink like fish just to feel young again,” I said.

“Oh, yeah. Life of the party over here. You mean to tell me we’re about to take a week-long cruise in the Caribbean, and you’re not the least bit excited?”

I shrugged my shoulders as I leaned back in my chair.

“Rhett. Don’t tell me you’re still hung up on that girl you wasted the best years of your life on,” Tommy said.

“It doesn’t matter. She probably doesn’t even remember me anyway,” I said.

“You know who I’m hung up on? That girl’s best friend. What was her name?”

“Ana?” I asked.

“Was that her name? What’s-her-face’s friend?”

“Really? You don’t remember any of their names?” I asked.

“I’m shocked you do. With all the pussy you slayed as a SEAL, I’m surprised you’re letting this chick piss on your good time.”

“Her name was Chanel, and her friend’s name was Ana.”

“Fuck. That chick had some curves in high school. You think she’s still got them now?” he asked.

“Chanel or Ana?” I asked.

“We are not focusing on Chanel. That girl broke your heart,” he said.

“Nope. I broke hers.”

“Then what the fuck’s the problem?”

The problem was I had left my heart in pieces right next to hers. That had been the worst night of my life. I knew I’d had a lot to drink, we all had. Someone snuck some vodka in and spiked the punch, just like in all those old cheesy 80’s movies. I don’t remember being so drunk that I would fuck some random girl in the limo while waiting for Chanel. I don’t even know who the girl was, I just remember the look on Chanel’s face when she’d opened the door and caught us.

And worst part of it was I didn’t go after her. I avoided her until after graduation when I left for the Navy. I’d always known she deserved so much more than I could offer. Subconsciously, I knew that she wouldn’t break up with me, unless I first broke her heart.

In a way, the universe gave me what I wanted – as fucking twisted as was.

“Well, I know Connie Thomas isn’t married,” Tommy said.

“Our class president? That woman’s crazy,” I said.

“And it’s the crazy ones who always have the tightest pussies.”

“You’ve fucking got that right,” I said.

“Emma isn’t either. And neither is Lauren.”