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The Wrong One

two.

Sian walked carefully along the sidewalk of the park. She took the shortcut through the park to get home everyday. She was tired from the grueling classes she’d just gone through, thankful that her exams were finally over.

She was supposed to go back to Huntington the next day to see her sister. She still couldn’t believe Samantha had talked her into coming home. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to see her brother or her sister, but she didn’t want to leave school and her friends. Samantha hadn’t talked to her in what felt like forever, now that she got really serious with that guy from the band.

She still couldn’t understand why her sister wanted to date a guy in a band. Sure, they were attractive, but after all the drugs and alcohol, they turned out ugly. In a few years, when their band wasn’t famous, if they even made it to fame, they would sellout, and they wouldn’t have anything else to do with their lives. Of course, she credited them for doing what they do, because she like everyone else listened to music. That was the only reason she approved of her sister’s relationship. That, and he made her happy.

Sian made her way up the stairs to the apartment she shared with her friends, Lexi and McKenzie. They both attended Cal Tech with her, and she had roomed with Lexi her freshman year. She took her keys out, opened the door and threw her bag on the table.

“Shots, Sian!”

“Yeah, right, Lexi.”

“Oh, come on. We’ve all finished finals. There’s nothing we need to do now! Let’s take some shots!”

“I have to get up early tomorrow and drive back to Huntington.”

“Why the hell are you going to Huntington?”

“Samantha wants me to come see her. I’m not really sure what she wants; she just said she wanted to see me.”

“She never speaks to you. Why should now be any different?”

“I don’t know. All I know is she never asks, which is the reason why I’m shocked at this request. We’ll see what she wants tomorrow.”

“You can’t leave, though!” McKenzie said, coming into the living room. “We’re supposed to go out for celebration tomorrow!”

“I know, but she’s supposed to be getting married. Even if we aren’t on speaking terms, I still want to be there for her for that.”

“Well, that’s understandable. How about we go out tonight?”

“I can’t; I’ve got to drive tomorrow.”

“Sian, you’re acting like Huntington is across the country. It’s an hour away. You can sleep as late as you want. It’ll be fine.”

“Whatever, I guess we can.”

The two other girls cheered, and Sian knew she was going to regret her decision in the morning.

It wasn’t that Sian hated drinking; honestly, she liked drinking. It was the drinking just to get drunk or for no reason that Sian hated.

When she was younger, she always had to babysit her sister and brother Kyle while her mom was at work. Her dad remained drunk all day and by nighttime he was passed out cold and couldn’t make dinner or take care of them. She watched from a very young age the effects that alcohol had on people and she didn’t like them. Her father had hurt his back on a construction site, and wasn’t able to work. He went from one beer a day in the evening to a six pack of beer before noon, and at least four more packs before he passed out on the couch. He didn’t speak to any of his children unless it was to yell at them for something they hadn’t done.

Because he didn’t get much on disability and because her mom had to pay a good portion of the bills, Sian had decided getting into college was going to be up to her and she did that through good grades. She’d gotten more than four scholarships and worked her ass off during high school and her freshman year at CalTech to make sure her grades stayed up. Even after hanging out with Lexi and McKenzie, she still didn’t let her grades slip.

Now, sitting in the bar, surrounded by loud obnoxious people, she remembered why she didn't drink.

“He’s staring, Sian.”

“I don’t care.”

“Sian, he’s gorgeous, has pretty teeth, is built, and is staring at you. Why don’t you care?”

“I don’t care because I’m not looking for a guy right now.”

“Have you ever had a boyfriend in your life, Sian?” McKenzie asked.

“Of course I have,” Sian said quickly, but the girls knew it was a lie. She’d spent so much time on schoolwork that she didn’t have time for guys.

“Yeah, okay. I bet you’re still a virgin, too, aren’t you?” McKenzie asked.

“That’s none of your business,” Sian said, taking another sip of her beer.

The truth was she wasn’t a virgin. She’d decided to go out with Samantha one night her senior year and she’d ended up drunk at a party and naked in bed with a guy the next morning. She didn’t know his name nor did she ever see him again. That was the day she came home to find her dad gone. He’d left them.

“You need to learn to live a little, Sian,” Lexi said, ordering another round of drinks.

The waitress came back with three small glasses full of a yellow-ish looking liquid.

“What the hell are these?” Sian asked, lifting the glass to look at it.

“Crown Royal and Monster.”

“That sounds disgusting,” Sian said, making a face.

“We’re doing the shots and the person who is the last to set their glass down has to go talk to that guy who keeps staring at Sian,” Lexi said. She connected eyes with McKenzie knowing that Sian was going to finish hers last.

They clinked their glasses together, touched the table with them, and downed the shots. Much to their surprise, Sian set her glass down first, then McKenzie, then Lexi.

“How the fuck did you do that?”

“I’ve taken shots before, Lex.”

“That’s ridiculous,” she said, but stood up and made her way to the guy who had been staring in their direction all evening.

“So if you and your sister aren’t close, why are you going to see her?” McKenzie asked as she sipped at her beer.

“It’s not that we’re not close; we are close, but we just don’t see eye to eye on a lot of things. Sam’s always had that free-spirit attitude going on and I just haven’t been able to keep up. She’s the one who always looks amazing, is care-free, and goes with the flow. I’ve just never been able to do that.”

McKenzie nodded her head in understanding and they both turned to watch Lexi and the guy talking.

Sian’s eyes made their way around the building, but they stopped on a guy who was at the bar, staring at her. He was wearing a tight-fitting t-shirt, tattoos coming out of either sleeve along with muscles. His hair was cut short and she could see a lip ring on one side of his mouth. He was openly staring at her and not even trying to hide it. She watched as he turned back to his friend in the Fedora hat and elbowed him in the ribs. His friend turned and looked at her, too. She was becoming unnerved under the eyes of both of them, and as one of them stood up, so did she.

“I’m gonna head home. I need to finish packing. I’ll see you two later, though.”

“Alright,” McKenzie said and hugged Sian.

Sian stopped by Lexi to say goodbye and headed towards the door. As she reached for the handle, she turned around and saw the guys standing up, staring at her. She pulled the door opened and walked out of the bar.
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