A Kiss For The Night

Meredith

Time was running so fast that I could barely wrap my head around it. Only a week ago, I was valedictorian and read out the speech only one student could read every year. The feeling had been bliss, but the moment I stepped down from the podium, I'd fallen into being a regular student with just a little social life. But the past week had changed everything, and tonight would have just the same effect.

The same day I made my speech, I also got the admission letter to study at the college of my dreams in Italy, and I'm leaving tomorrow. So little time for so much fun

Mom had been a little too over the top in her excitement about letting me off for college; even I couldn't deny the fact I needed a fresh start.

"Edith, some alcohol to warm your belly," Jayden offered, handing me a small red cup.

I bumped into the cup a little from all the bouncing around to Selena Gomez over the club speakers.

"Thank you," I murmured, drowning out the last part of my sentence with the cup on my lips.

"Sweet heavens, what is this? This is the sweetest thing you've given me all night," I yelled, and he shrugged.

"Cocktail," I said, licking my lips, drowning out the contents. I had a flight to catch tomorrow morning, and here I was feeling tipsy but couldn't stop myself from drinking. I was going to have a massive hangover and severe jet lag.

I was drinking for fun reasons, while Jay was drinking to feel a little more loose so he could ask the guy at the swimming pool out. He'd been eyeing him all evening.

"Hey, why don't we head to the swimming area? It's less noisy, and my head is starting to bang." I suggested pulling him towards the pool. Once we got there, he fetched me another cup of the same sweet cocktail and joined me on a bench.

"I'm so glad you could come out to have fun for the last time," he said, and I smiled. "Why wouldn't I come?" I said I wouldn't miss my last day for anything in the world, especially when my flight to Italy was the next morning.

"I don't mind travelling with a massive hangover." It's not even about that. It's about Lewis; you two have been split for almost a week. Chances are he'd be here and...

"Christ, Jay, I do not fucking care. If he's here, fine; if he isn't, great," I said and took a swig of my drink.

Lewis was my ex; he's my past. He cheated on me because, according to him, there was no better way to tell me he wasn't interested in doing long distance. Part of the blame was mine to swallow, believing that a former star basketball player who could lift his head up from the past glory he had obtained before his injury would be sensible enough to keep up with me abroad.

"Sassy," Jay cooed, and I was forced to slap the back of his head. My feet wobbled as I moved away from his reach, finding myself crinkly and staggering.

Look, I'm fine; just walk over there and talk to that hot piece of ass; once you're done, let me know how it means," I advised, and he grinned at me.