Bea Miller – Yes girl

I used to think that I can read people well, but it appears that I was wrong. I didn't see who actually Michael was. I was such a fool. I really thought that Michael likes me, but in reality, the only thing he needed was money and opportunities of my family. I was so mistaken, couldn't see the truth right before my eyes. He used me...

"You look great today..." Michael said.

He looked at me ingratiatingly. He was trying to foresee my actions. I didn't want to have a lengthy conversation, especially in crowded living room. I knew that everyone was looking at us and listening to our conversation.

"It's all over, Michael, we are breaking up," one phrase and I'm so relieved, as if I wanted to say this many years ago.

It really got so light on my heart. There are no more feelings left for him. Maybe there never was anything? It was just my imagination that we had feelings for each other. I imagined it myself and believed in it. Everyone was saying that we are an ideal couple. We have never argued and everyone was envious. Hypocrisy, it was all a game. Michael skillfully pretended that he really does like me. It's good that I found out about everything right now and not after a year or two. What if I found out the truth while being his wife?

"Let's talk alone?" he insisted, but it was too late.

I didn't want to listen to him, so I headed confidently over the front door. I felt sick with just looking at him. In a couple of hours Michael became disgusting to me. I am even surprised that I can have such kind of feeling towards someone. Disgust, rage, anger - it is all new to me. He tried to stop me. Usually when people break up, someone's heart is always broken, but not in my case. I thought that subconsciously I always wanted to leave him. I am free...

"Emily, babe! You'll regret it," I heard behind me.

This is pissing me off already. I turned around. Michael stood in front of me and smiled with triumph. He thought that I changed my mind.

In the corner, I saw a baseball bat and I grabbed it without a moment's hesitation. Michael's eyes widened, he didn't expect that from me. I left the house and started searching for Michael's black Mercedes. Looks like he realized what I was going to do.

"Emily, don't even think about it!" Michael shouted.

People started to look back at me. Harry saw me and came out of the car and other guys followed him too. I quickly came closer to the car and squeezed the baseball bat in my arms. Everyone was standing with their mouth agape; no one could expect that from me, even myself.

"I'm disgusting to you? Now I'll show you how you're disgusting to me!" I yelled at Michael and hit the windscreen with a bat.

"You're crazy!" Michael cried, running up closer.

But I didn't stop. Ted and Matt started laughing and shouting some king of offensive things to Michael. I started to hit the headlights. This therapy really helps me, I feel myself better and better with every beat. I even started laughing and enjoying myself.

"That's it, you crazy bitch!" I heard a voice and then someone grabbed me.

It was my ex-boyfriend. He took my bat and his friends were looking at his car. I was still giggling. My hair got messy and my face became all red. I was puffed a little bit, but there was still some strength left to hit the car, I just need to take my bat back.

"What? You don't like it?" I started yelling at the guy.

Michael was really angry. I have never seen him like this. His eyes became almost black with anger.

"What? Did you really think that I like you? You are an ugly freak and furthermore you are crazy!" he shouted in my face, these words really hurt my feelings.

A smile on my face disappeared. I wanted to hit him so hard, to hurt him, so that he felt the same way as I do. He continued making fun of me. I broke down and hit him with all of my force. In response, he raised his hand to hit me. I didn't expect this; no one has ever raised his hand on me. But suddenly, I was pulled back abruptly, while Harry punched Michael so hard that he fell on the ground. Michael's friends walked up and a fight broke out.

Someone started dragging me into the car. It was Jess. She was shouting something, but I was in a shock. For the first time, someone is fighting for me. And I couldn't imagine that this person would be Harry. The crowd started to disappear; Jess ran out of the car and came closer to Brian. I got out and looked at them. I felt bad. I didn't ask them for help, but the guys stood up for me. It is the first time for me. I didn't know how to thank them. Why did they help me? They don't even know me. I was surprised that no one had any bruises, but I couldn't say the same thing about the guys from fraternity: someone was limping or had a broken nose.

"Oh Emily, you go girl!" Ted said, coming closer.

"Are you all right guys?" I asked, but the answer was obvious.

They looked down at themselves, showing that they are fine. I smiled awkwardly and looked at my shoes.

"So what? Where are we going?" Harry asked, getting in the car.

I sat next to him and have already come up with an idea.

"I think we should celebrate this..." I said proudly.

Chris and Mattie looked at each other; they were pleased by my answer. And so, we went to the club. It was my first time attending a night club, no one even asked for my passport. Security guards were Ted's friends; they let us in, although there was a big queue outside. Loud music, good company. I like adult and independent life! Girls and boys were dancing to the beat of the music...a lot of alcohol. I didn't know where to look first, so I stared at people. Then I started to admire this place. Everything is so new to me, but I like it already.

"Emily, maybe you shouldn't?" Jess asked me, whilst I tried to drink some cocktail.

"Jess, I broke up with Michael. I need celebrate it..." I replied.

What does she want from me? Can I have a drink or not? Everyone thinks that Emily is such a good and cute girl, she can't drink. Nope! An hour ago I was beating a car with bat, and I am not cute at all.

"It's just that the last time..." my friend continued.

"We like Emily even when she's crazy," Matt interrupted her.

I tapped the guy on his shoulder. As I looked at the drink, I took a sip. Guys started cheering for me. I don't remember exactly after which glass of cocktail I went dancing. I had so much fun. I started singing something and then I can't remember anything...

***

Time to get up. "Shower, breakfast and then studies," I thought to myself. Finally, when I opened my eyes, I realized that it was still night time. Oh, good then, there is still time to sleep. I wanted to sleep so badly, so I happily continued snuffling. I tried to turn over but instead I fell out of my bed. Then I finally realized that it wasn't my room. Stop! Where am I? I got up and started to look around me, but it was useless. It was dark in the room and I was still not sober enough. I began looking for the door. After five minutes or so, I finally found it. I walked down the hallway. Silence and no one in sight. I tried to remember how I got here but I couldn't remember anything. Stumbling a twentieth time, I finally reached the living room. But even there was no one. I wonder, where everyone is? And what is disturbing me from breathing properly? Looking at myself, I realized that I slept in this stupid dress. Shit! I came closer to the couch; my head was spinning so I needed to sit down. I found the back of the couch and sat down.

"Emily, what are you doing?" I heard a man's voice.

I touched the so-called couch, but it turned out to be a male's naked torso. I jumped in fear and fell off the couch. It turned out that Harry was sleeping on the couch.

"Jackass, you scared the shit out of me!" I squealed, still sitting on the floor.

As I was sitting on the floor, I tried to focus my gaze on Harry and saw a man's silhouette. The guy got up from the couch and started grumbling.

"I scared you? It's you who scared me!"

"Where am I?"

"At my house..."

"How did I get in here?" I asked Harry, still sitting on the floor with legs tucked under myself.

Good thing that it was dark in the room and my scared face wasn't seen. I can't believe that I stayed overnight in a stranger's house. The only house I have ever stayed over was Jess's.

"After our blast in the night club we went home by foot and as my house is the nearest one we decided to stay here for the night," Harry replied, moving his hair from the face.

He came closer and almost leaned over me. I tried to have a better look of him in the moonlight. He has a beautiful body with tattoos all other it. He looked like an angel, I wanted to stretch my hand out and touch him.

"And where are the others?" I asked, getting back to reality.

The guy helped me to get up and now we were standing opposite to each other. He looked perfect even thought he was sleepy and it was dark. Since he was sleeping in boxer shorts I could admire his stunning body. I am still drunk and I thought that this is all a dream. Thank god, it's dark out here and he doesn't see how I am staring at him boldly.

"We are neighbors with Ted, so someone stayed at his place. Matt and Chris stayed over my place," Harry continued saying, does he really think that I am listening to him?

The guy crossed arms on his chest and continued telling something to me. Looks like he noticed that I am admiring him and he smiled with a self-contentment.

"You're a sportsman or something? Or you lift weights just for yourself?" I asked pointing on him.

I couldn't shift my gaze away from him. Usually, I don't behave myself this way and in any case, it's unfamiliar to me to stare at someone just like that. It is all probably alcohol's fault.

"Neither one thing, nor another..." the guy replied laughing.

With my eyes, I started exploring his tattoos. To tell the truth, I am not a tattoo lover, but I caught myself thinking that they make a beautiful addition to his appearance. It made him even more mysterious in complete darkness. These images on his body complemented him perfectly. I am sure that they can tell many things about this guy.

"Why do you need so many tattoos?" I lifted my head and looked in his eyes, which I regretted immediately, but because of the alcohol in my blood I became brave and more confident.

In any other day, I wouldn't have talked to him and just left, but not today. It's different now. A new feeling took me down, and I don't even know what this is. It might be my excessive curiosity. I wanted to know myself, why am I doing this? Why am I staring at him? Why do I want to touch him?

"Emily, you should go to sleep," Harry replied with his velvet voice.

His eyes looked black in the dark, but even in this darkness I saw how he is looking at me. No one has ever looked at me like that and for the moment I felt myself uneasy.

"Yes, but I don't remember where is the bedroom," I replied, shifting my gaze away, so that I wouldn't look at him anymore.

"I'll show you," said Harry turning his back to me.

I noticed a strange tattoo on his back. He had a snake tattoo between his shoulder blades. It was made of beautiful black torsels. The snake bites her own tale. Harry went into the hallway and I followed him. Thus, we reached the bedroom's door. He opened the door and let me in first. As soon as I got in to the room I stumbled right away and almost fell, luckily Harry managed to catch me. He was holding my elbow. Then he carefully and subtly took his hand away, but sensation of his touch was still in my memory.

"Damn!" I muttered.

I heard a small laughter in response. My clumsiness made me feel uncomfortable. It appears that I always look ridiculous, unlike Harry. He is like a ninja, silently moves in the darkness. All his movements are so smooth and confident in contrast to mines. He quickly moved forward and now he was standing with his back to me. I got interested by his tattoo once again.

"Why does the snake bite her tale?" I inquired.

Without a second thought I stretched my hand out and touched his back. Obviously, Harry didn't expect that, so he quivered when I touched him. I froze and closed my eyes tight, but I didn't move my hand away. I am doing something strange again.

"It's an Ouroboros," Harry whispered with his husky voice.

When I understood that he doesn't mind, I continued exploring the snake. With my fingertips, I slowly outlined snake's contour. He had many other tattoos on his back, they looked like Celtic drawings. I was looking at them with curiosity. His skin was so smooth and soft.

"Ouro....who?" I asked again.

"It's time for you to go to sleep," Harry quickly turned around.

Without looking up, I started to explore tattoos on his chest and arms. Celtic patterns and letters. Once again, I touched another tattoo on his chest and began slowly moving my hand lower. He was looking closely at my movements. I felt how his heart started beating faster.

"Why do you need all these tattoos? What is their meaning?" I continued.

I was outlining wolf's contour, which was made with Celtic patterns. It was placed on his shoulder. I felt Harry's skin covering up with goosebumps under my hands, it made me smile inadvertently.

"Emily, you really should go to bed," the guy replied, removing my hand away.

I turned around and headed over the bed. Yes, he is right, I need to sleep. I am already ashamed because of my behavior. I looked at myself, as I sat on the edge of the bed.

"Harry, I can't sleep in the dress," I said.

He understood immediately what I was talking about and he headed over to the dresser. He got a black T-shirt from there.

"Of course, here you go, I hope it will be fine?" he asked, handing me a T-shirt.

"Thank you. Harry, isn't this your room, sleep here, and I'll sleep on the couch?" I asked and looked at him.

"No, sleep here. I don't mind, besides the couch in the living room is much more comfortable than this bed..." he answered with a smile, but I knew he was lying.

"Thank you for standing up for me today..." I uttered, remembering that fight with Michael.

I remembered all the dirty things that he told me.

"I didn't know who he actually was," I continued.

I don't know why I am telling this to him. I was still holding in me everything that has happened today, Michael hurt me, he offended me. Maybe I just wanted to speak up. But Harry doesn't need to listen to me; I will keep this moment for Jess. She is my friend after all, but with Harry we aren't even friends. Before today I couldn't even bear him, but now I want to cry on his shoulder.

"Emily, get over this. He doesn't deserve even the fact that you're thinking about him right now. And yes, I'm happy that I punched him today. I'm sure that I'll do this again if he hurts you," Harry said, coming closer to the bed.

I lit up right away and was happy to hear these words. When I remembered Michael's words, I got depressed, but now everything vanished. It was pleasant to know that there is a person who is ready to stand up for you. I would have never thought that this person will be Harry.

"Goodnight Emily," said Harry heading over the door.

As I turned around, he smiled once more and then left the room.

"Goodnight Harry," I replied, knowing that he won't hear my words.

I got up and changed my clothes. I couldn't fall asleep for a long time. My thoughts were bothering me all the time. I sat down and looked around the room. I wanted to know him, what does he like, what he is keen on. There were plenty things in the room, which could tell all about him. But I stopped myself. Maybe my commonsense has got back to me. Why do I need this? Why am I interested in all of this? It doesn't look like me. I wrapped myself up in the blanket and lied back again. Pillows and blanket had a scent of his perfume. I closed my eyes and kept thinking about him. Why did he stand up for me today? And why did he go to fraternity anyway? Today he was sweet with me, more than ever. There are so many thoughts in my head, one was replacing another. With these thoughts, I fell asleep.