Lucas's car disappears into the distance. I turn to Corbin to see him walking back inside the bar.
"Find your own ride home," Corbin said before entering the bar.
"What?" I question, confused. I don't have anything on me, not money, a phone, or even a proper pair of shoes. How does he expect me to 'find my own ride home'.
He dragged me here without my permission. So he has to take me back.
With a frustrating groan, I follow Corbin inside and roll my eyes at the sight of him chugging a beer at the counter.
I walk towards him and snatch the beer away from him causing him to glare at me.
"Take me home now," I demand. "You're the one who dragged me out of my house and drove me here. I didn't even have time to go get my phone and put on shoes. You have to take me back." Instead of answering me, Corbin snatch the beer out of my hand.
"Why should I? I'm a bad guy and bad guys don't follow orders." Corbin chug down the whole glass and slam it down on the counter. "Keep them coming! And give me something stronger." I glance at the bartender to see him nodding his head.
I hold out my hand, "Give me your keys. I'll go home myself."
Corbin takes out the key from his pocket and hold it out in the air, away from me. "Try and take it away from me." I frown at his response.
After letting out a tiring sigh, I give in to his challenge. I reach for the key but Corbin quickly raise it higher.
I clench my jaw and try to grab it again, but this time, Corbin pull me to his lap. I turn to face him to see him already staring at me.
Corbin smirk, snapping me out of my reverie and back to reality. I quickly get up from his lap and fix myself.
"Don't start falling for me now," Corbin mutter before putting his keys back into his front pocket and swallowing down the entire glass of alcohol.
Too late now. "In your dreams," I mutter instead.
I watch as he set the empty glass down and drink another one, coming to fact that he's never giving me the keys.
I sigh and take a seat next to him. I could borrow the bartender's phone to call my parents to pick me up but I don't want to ruin their date. Dad's always busy with work and this is the only time he's been available for a while. My only best friend is god knows where.
So I basically have no one else to call. Gosh, I really need new best friends.
two hours later...
"That's enough," I order.
"Leave me alone," Corbin slurs.
"No." I snatch the drink out of his hand. "You're done. Let's go home."
I grab his wallet from the counter and open it. Surprisingly, he has a lot of cash. I grab two hundred dollar bills and give it to the bartender. I'm pretty sure with all the drinks he's had all night, it cost almost two hundred.
"Keep the change," I tell the bartender.
I wrap Corbin's arm around my shoulder and help him up and off his seat but he push me away and walk himself out of the bar. I follow after him and watch as he takes out his car keys and stumble to his car.
Suddenly, he lose his balance and fall down on the ground. I quickly run to him and help him up. I wrap his arm around me and snatch the key away from his hand.
"You're causing all kinds of trouble for me," I mutter under my breath. I click the button to open the door and help him get into the passenger seat.
I let out a breath of relief as I close the door and walk to the driver side. I get in and turn on the engine.
I turn to Corbin to see him already knocked out, sleeping soundly. I reach over to buckle his seatbelt and do the same for me, then drive out of the parking lot.
Luckily, I still remember the way to Corbin's house. About 30 minutes later, I reach his house and, after a while of struggling with Corbin's heavy body weight, I finally get him to the sofa in the living room. There's no way in hell am I dragging him all the way upstairs to his room.
I was pretty surprised when I opened the door to an empty house. I thought his parents would be home but it's empty.
Tired from dragging Corbin all the way to the sofa, I fall down to the floor, right below where Corbin is on the sofa.
"Why do you have to drink so much?" I said out loud.
"Hazelnut," Corbin suddenly mumble, surprising me. I quickly sit upright and look at him closely.
He's sleeping.
"You look kind of cute when you're not bullying other people." A smile makes its way to my face as I stare at him.
Corbin suddenly open his eyes and, before I know it, he's throwing up all over me. My jaw drop in shock. He goes right back to sleep like nothing happened while I'm frozen in my spot. My shirt is covered in barf and reeks of puke.
Breaking out of my shocked state, I get up and hurried to the bathroom to clean myself up. I take off my shirt and shake off the vomit in the sink. Then wet the spots that was covered by vomit. I used a little bit of hand soap and wash it with water to get rid of the smell but it didn't help at all. And to top it off, my entire shirt is completely wet.
What do I do now? I can borrow one of Corbin's shirt, a thought pop into my head. I can just wear one of his shirt and go home. Sounds like a plan.
I put back on my wet shirt, get out of the bathroom, and walk upstairs in search of Corbin's room.
After a few minutes of opening and closing doors, I enter a room that seems like Corbin's. If this is his room, I'll be very surprised.
The room is very clean and neat. It doesn't have any decorations or pictures on the wall. It seems like a guest room. It doesn't look homey at all.
A picture on the drawer beside the bed catches my attention and I find myself walking towards it. I pick it up to have a closer look at it.
In the photo, a woman is hugging, who I assume, little Corbin. He looks about 8 years old in the photo. I wonder who the woman is. 8 year old Corbin is a lot happier than 18 year old Corbin. He has a big, bright smile on his face, similar to that of the woman hugging him.
Now that I look closer, they do resemble each other a lot. He also look happier in this photo than he did in the family picture in the living room.
Is she...his biological mom?
I do remember Corbin telling me his mom passed away when he was 10. I guess that's when his smile and happiness faded away.
I shake the thoughts out of my head and remember why I'm in here, to get Corbin's shirt and go home.
I walk to the door which I assume is his closet. I open it and smile when I realize I'm correct. I quickly take out a black shirt and close the door. I walk back to his bed and place his shirt on the bed. I take off my wet shirt and toss it on the bed while I grab Corbin's shirt.
"Holy..." Corbin's voice surprise me. I quickly cover my chest with his shirt and turn to him only to see his jaw and eye wide open, staring at me.