Kyle just nodded as he returned to his movie. Natalie and I walked down the hall to my bedroom and went inside. She went and sat on the bed, and I closed the door behind us. I went to the bed as well and sat beside her.
We started kissing, and it began slowly. Her soft lips were against mine, and there was no rush. Her tongue entered my mouth, and I liked the way it felt against my tongue. Our kisses grew more passionate, and the next thing you know, we were full on making out. I had one hand in her hair and the other was fondling her breast.
She stopped me, and pushed my hand away. I pulled away from the kiss with a confused look on my face. I was worried that she was upset, but she didn’t appear to be.
“Look, Jet, I'm not feeling so hot right now. I don't feel very well at all. I think I'm just going to call it a night.”
“Sure, no problem. Let's just go to bed, then.”
“I want to go home, Jet.”
“Why, Natalie? It's late. I understand if you don't want to fool around, but it seems silly for you to go all the way home at this point.”
“I would just be more comfortable, that's all.”
“If you're worried about getting sick, it's okay. I can take care of you. I've had many drunk friends puke in my presence.” I laughed, trying to lighten the mood. I didn't understand why she wanted to go home, but the fact that she did was a red flag for me.
“No, I want to go home. I just don't feel very well, and I would like to sleep in my own bed. I think it's time for me to go. Please understand.”
I nodded, though I had no understanding of what was happening. In fact, I couldn't figure it out at all.
“Let me call you a cab, okay? I don't want you waiting outside for one.”
She smiled and excused herself to go to the bathroom while I called a cab. I informed them of my address, and they said they were on their way. I heard the tap running in the bathroom and assumed Natalie must be freshening up or rinsing her mouth out. I was a little disappointed by the fact that she wanted to go home instead of staying with me, but it was something that I was getting used to in regard to how Natalie behaved. It was probably for the best, considering how she was acting now. She probably would have left in the morning once again, and I would have awakened alone again.
She came out of the bathroom looking a little fresher than when she went in.
“Cab should be down there waiting for you.”
“Thanks, Jet, I will see you later.” She slipped out of my room quickly. I lay back down on the bed, imagining the look on Kyle's face when he saw her leave the apartment again. No wonder the guy was starting to think I was a loser. I must have looked like I had struck out with Natalie once again. I was thankful that he didn't come straight into my room the moment she left the apartment. He was probably sick of saying, “I told you so.”
I lay there, drunk off my ass, and vowed to myself that the next time Natalie and I kissed or had sex we would be completely sober.
Chapter Five
Natalie
After the drunken incident between Jet and me, I knew when I woke up with yet another hangover that I needed to get my shit together. I was thankful, however, that I’d had enough sense to get out of there last night and not have another romp in the sheets that would have had me slinking out again the next morning. I did, however, remember Kyle’s rather disgusted look when he turned to see me walking out of the apartment again. I knew the guy didn't like me, and I knew it had a lot to do with him not being able to understand why Jet even bothered with me.
He was probably right; however, I didn't think that I was right for Jet, either. I wasn't his type, and every time we got together it turned into a situation that I ended up regretting.
I had originally meant to use Jet as my drawing subject the following day, because it was time, and I didn't want to get behind on my project. But when I woke up, I knew I was going to have another day of recovering in bed. I would message him, however, and see if he wanted to come over in the evening and do the next picture.
Julie came into my bedroom then, bringing a cup of tea with her. She guessed since it was almost noon and I hadn't left my bedroom yet that I must have had a bad night.
“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked.
“I don't know. What's the point? All this talking never gets me anywhere.”
“Maybe not, but it might make you feel better.”
I nodded as she came and sat on my bed. She passed me the cup of tea, and I took it from her gratefully.
“Thanks, Julie; you're the best.”
“No problem. Just don't vomit, because I have a weak stomach.”
I laughed. “I don't think that will be a problem. I have been popping pills all morning, and I'm telling you, they can't even touch the headache I have right now.”