Magan Vernon - The Only One

I let out a deep breath and picked up my shirt again, ringing it out and then laying it flat on the counter. “You’re probably right.”

“I’m always right.”

She was right. She usually was. But that didn’t stop me from worrying. It was always in the back of my mind that something terrible was going to happen. Like all of the good that had been built up in our relationship could stop at any moment and I would go back to being alone. John may have been understanding now, but maybe someday he wouldn’t. Then where would I be?

Most of the college students had left for break, but enough of them were around that it took almost forty-five minutes for a cab to show up at my apartment. That left enough time for my sister and me to get pretty tipsy from pre-gaming.

“Never have I ever threw up in the middle of a cornfield,” Valerie slurred through fits of giggles.

“You bitch!” I laughed and then tipped back the bottle of whipped cream vodka she just had to get when we were at Target.

John was meeting us at Gatsby’s. He said he was having some guy time with his remaining fraternity brothers. Valerie asked me again if I was sure that I wasn’t his beard.

“You know you love me.” Valerie grabbed the bottle from my lips mid-drink and took another glug from it.

“Only because we’re family.”

My phone vibrated on the table and Valerie’s reflexes were quicker so she picked it up before I could even move my hand. “Looks like loverboy might decide to break my no-screwing-while-your-sister-is-on-the-couch rule.”

“What are you talking about?” I reached for the phone, but she pulled it out of my grasp.

She lowered her voice and read the message. “Hey, Red, where you at? You and your sister need to get your fine asses to Gatsby’s. Hopefully we can have a repeat of the last time we were here.”

“I’m sure that’s not what he said.”

She tossed the phone on the table and stood up, smoothing out her dress. I thought she was a little too dressed up to be going to a college bar. This wasn’t downtown Chicago and nobody cared that she was in a designer wrap dress and sky high heels. She even spent hours in the bathroom airbrushing makeup and curling her hair. I, on the other hand, just put on my sleeveless maroon tunic, a pair of black leggings, and called it good enough with my curly hair and some light makeup.

“Whatever he said, we’d better see if that cab is finally here. I don’t want your lightweight ass to pass out on me before we even leave the apartment.” She put her hand out.

“I am not a lightweight.” I took her hand, but wobbled as I stood up. Maybe drinking so much vodka was not a good idea.

“Yeah, and the Pope isn’t Catholic.”

This time the bouncer scrutinized my ID and made us pay cover. I never thought we’d get in and I let out a big breath of air once we stepped inside the stuffy bar.

“Ugh, why didn’t you just have John come with us? No one would question him.”

“He had some fraternity thing, so it was just easier to meet us,” I yelled over the music. Some hip hop song blared through the speakers and the place was elbow to elbow with people. I didn’t know how we’d ever find John.

“I hope some of his hot fraternity brothers are here. I could use a sloppy make out session with a random.”

I rolled my eyes. “If you insist.”

She grabbed my hand, yanking me toward the staircase that led to the dance floor. “Come on. Send him a text that we’re here and let’s dance.”

I sent John a quick text and went along with her. Her body moved to the music as we pushed our way down the stairs. I wanted to check my phone again, but before I could reach in my pocket, we were at the bottom of the steps and Valerie was pulling me forward just as another song started.

“God, I haven’t been to Fratsby’s in so long!” she yelled with a giggle.

I moved along with her, but my eyes kept scanning the crowd for John. He was tall enough that I should have seen him easily, but I couldn’t find him in the mess of bodies. It also didn’t help that my vision was a little blurry.

“You’re way too tense! Let’s get you some more to drink!” Valerie yanked me forward and found a smaller bar, just off the dance floor. She ordered us two shots of something called a buttery nipple and she gulped it down as if was nothing more than water. I followed suit and then she ordered another. By the third shot, I didn’t care what was going on anymore and needed to dance.

“I’m so awesome!” I giggled and moved my hips to the music. “Do you know how awesome I am?”

“You’re awesome!” Valerie laughed and almost knocked some girl over as she hip bumped me and then swung out.

“Where the hell is my man to see how awesome I am?” I slurred.

“I don’t know! Call him! Tell him that you want to use him as a pole.”

“I will!” I pulled out my phone to dial his number and that’s when I saw a familiar blur of long, brown hair out of the corner of my eye.

It was Missy. The girl that had given John a lap dance. She was saddling up on some guy, but I couldn’t see his face. Then she moved over, her hips flowing like liquid. There was another guy next to him and she turned toward him, grinding her hips against his. His was a face that I recognized. She was grinding on John.

I gasped and tears pulled at my eyes. “That asshole!”

Some fraternity function he had. He just wanted some alone time with Missy. All those nights we shared. No wonder he didn’t care if he was sleeping with me or not. Not when he had some slut on the side.

“What?” Valerie blinked and turned toward the direction I was looking.

“Let’s get out of here.” I turned to leave, the tears stinging my eyes and the alcohol still burning my throat, but Valerie grabbed me and pulled me back.

“What do you think you’re doing?” She had to practically yell in my ear.

“I’m not going to watch John get it on with some random girl.”

She shook her head and then forced me to look in his direction. “He’s not even interested in her.”

“What are you talking about?” I watched Missy run her fingers down his biceps.

“Watch and see. He doesn’t even care that the girl is practically dry humping him.”

John kept on his conversation with Brad, oblivious to Missy. Then her hands move lower to his jeans. That was when he finally looked at her. I sucked in a breath, hoping I wasn’t about to watch him do something that would hurt. But he didn’t. Instead he grabbed her wrist and looked right at her. I didn’t know what he was saying, but his facial expression said that he wasn’t pleased and it solidified that it wasn’t a good thing when he dropped her wrist and she stormed off.

“See! I told you,” Valerie yelled. “Now let’s go get your man.”

There is only so much that one can drink and make out before the night becomes nothing but a blur. John was happy to see me, grinning and pulling me against his warm body the minute I ran up to him. He then proceeded to buy me more drinks. The more I drank the more my body was like liquid gelatin. I didn’t care that his lips were all over me right in front of my sister or that Brad may have grabbed Valerie’s ass. I just wanted John. All of him. Cancer be damned.

“We should get out of here,” I whispered into his ear before I nibbled on his earlobe.

“What did you have in mind?” His lips trailed from my neck and back up to my ear.

“Back to my place?”

“Sure. I’ll just tell Brad.” He pulled away from me and then leaned toward Brad, who was mid tongue thrusting with Valerie.

John pulled Brad away and then said something to him that I couldn’t understand. Valerie just stared, blinking at him. I think she had more to drink than I did.

John came back over, sliding up next to me. “Me and Brad are going to get a cab, come on.”

“Brad?” I blinked.

“Yeah, he and Valerie are ready to leave too.”

What a cock block. I thought it might just be us in my apartment, but I couldn’t be so lucky. We piled into a cab and went back to my tiny apartment. The place felt even smaller as Brad stumbled over my coffee table and fumbled around my kitchen, taking whatever alcohol he could find and mixing it together.

I didn’t want to keep drinking. I wanted to find the very close comforts of my bed with John. He barely seemed to notice my advances as my fingers trailed up his inner thigh while we sat on the floor, playing a game of Asshole with Valerie and Brad. I could have pulled his pants down right there and I didn’t even think he’d notice.

Finally the designated driver came and picked Brad up after Valerie fell asleep on the couch. I practically jumped for joy as I watched him stagger out of the house.

“You ready for bed?” I asked John, trying my best to put on a seductive smile.

“Yeah, I’m beat.” He walked the few steps to my bed that was only separated from my couch by a bookshelf.

“I’d like to beat you.” I swerved over to him and put my fingers through his belt loops pulling him against me.

“I have no idea what that’s supposed to mean, Red.” He didn’t smile, but he didn’t frown either.

“It means that you need to get in this bed with me, now.” I let go of his belt loops and pushed him back. He barely moved when I pushed him, but then took a few steps back.

“Come on, John, let’s stop with the teasing and get this party started.” I slinked forward, slowly pulling off my tunic and throwing it on the floor so that I was just left in my strapless bra.

I put my hands on the waistband of my leggings, but then John grabbed my wrists, forcing me to look up at him. “Stop it, Red. Your sister is right there on the couch.”