Mess of a Life

There was a swift hit to the jaw and a kick to the abdomen. The fight grew more heated and the blows more fierce. With each hit the energy to fight left the face of the opponents. Cut up and bleeding there was one last hit before the other did not get back up. She turned to him with a triumphant smile and fist pumped the air for her victory. Accompanied with the fist pump was a little dance that made Will smile, even though she completely destroyed him in a game of Mortal Kombat. The other guys in the room laughed and cheered while Bettie handed the controller over to Johnny deciding to let someone else have a chance to play or rather she wanted to quit while she was on top. She got up from her spot and headed towards the small kitchen to make more margaritas. Will got up as well to assist her while the others continued to play the game.

He watched as she skillfully mixed the drink not bothering with a shot glass to measure out the tequila. The night had turned out to be more fun than he could imagine it ever being. Will got along well with everyone and the guys reminded him of some of his friend back in his home town. However Bettie was not someone that reminded him of anyone he’s ever met. Before he just knew her as the cute girl that ran around doing errands and smiled too much, now he knew a little more. She brought the glass to her lips and took a sip of the drink her eyes closing in the process. A low hum of satisfaction escaped her lips like she was taking the drink for the first time in years. Will couldn’t help but laugh and Bettie looked up giving him an expectant gaze.

“What?”

“You just really like that drink,” Will teases lightly.

“Yeah well because it’s awesome,” she counters as she gave a smile.

“Oh yeah is that so?”

“Try it,” Bettie urges holding the drink towards him. Will smiled and took the drink to give it a try. As soon as the liquid hit his lips and gripped his taste buds he looked up at Bettie pleasantly surprised. There was a hint of spice to the margarita mixed with some subtle mango flavor. Her eyes grew bright upon seeing that he enjoyed the drink. The doorbell rang and those closest to the front door didn’t budge.

“Betts door!” Johnny yelled. Bettie rolled her eyes and made her move towards the door muttering a few words about how lazy he was along the way. She opened the door to reveal a woman with a scornful look on her face.

“I thought you should know that your boyfriend has been sleeping with anything that moves including myself.”

“What an asshole,” Bettie responds without much of a proper reaction. Her deadpan humor or sarcasm was being caught on by the woman standing before her. Instead the woman gave an incredulous look not believing the fact Bettie didn’t give a damn.

“What is wrong with you? I just told you that your boyfriend cheated on you, aren’t you mad?” she argues.

“Oh right, well between you and me I’m fairly certain he’s into dudes. One time I caught him on his computer looking up gay porn. I think we should cut him some slack, being in the closet must be difficult, he‘s trying to prove himself a man by sleeping around, he gets no satisfaction from it.”

“Oh my god, I didn‘t know. That‘s so horrible. Should we do something?”

“I’ll have a talk with him, don’t worry about it. Have a lovely night though,” Bettie says with a small smile.

“Thank you, hope your night is okay too,” she responds before leaving. Bettie shut the door and Johnny gave her a dirty look.

“I officially hate you,” he spoke.

“Not my fault you decided to tell some one-night-stand you were dating me. You have overused the whole, oh my god I can’t believe I did this, I had too much to drink, my girlfriend ah I feel like an asshole.”

“Hey you‘re not supposed to cockblock me.”

“Technically she is getting you some cock,” Paul comments with a smirk.

“You guys are assholes,” Johnny responds.

“Assholes are your favorite aren’t they?” Luke adds innocently although he knew what he was saying.

“To be fair Johnny, this is a whole new league, there are women out there that actually intentionally try to sleep with gay men for sport,” Bettie states.

“There are women who do that?” Paul questions rather shocked.

“Yes, now if Johnny is going to sully any women they are going to be women who are in it for sport so I won’t have them showing up saying my ‘boyfriend’ cheated on me.”

“I like the way you think Betts,” Johnny smirks broadly. Will couldn’t help but laugh and shake his head while Bettie headed back into the kitchen to steal her drink back from him. She took the drink from his hand and sipped on the concoction with great zealousness. He pouted slightly in reaction, thinking was going to be able to keep the drink.

“You really think pretending to be gay will get him laid?” Will questions.

“Don’t be ridiculous of course it will,” she responds shaking her head signifying that she was implying just the opposite. Will gave another laugh and in response she laughed as well unable to resist the chance to do so. They moved back to the main room to continue playing games with the others. Will had to admit it was one of the best Mondays he’s had.

As the night progressed, the group dwindled down to Will, Bettie and Johnny. The latter of the three had to begin getting ready for his job as a grounds keeper at the university. His sleep deprivation a common thing during the week and his schedule allowed for increments of sleep. Johnny put on his work clothes and shoes then began heading for the door as both Bettie and Will continued watching a film. The pair grew tired but neither wanted to say so out loud so they continued trying to stay awake. Bettie was stubborn and wanted to remain polite to her guest while Will just didn’t want the night to end. It was that mix that lead to them falling asleep on the couch. Will woke up and smiled softly when he saw that Bettie’s head rested on his shoulder, he moved slightly so that his arm was around her. She smelt like coconut and lime, the smell causing him to close his eyes to let sleep take over once again.

An hour later Bettie woke to the sound of her phone going off. The ringer let her know that it was her supervisor Marty calling to tell her that she was late for work. It was this wake up call that made her quickly move from the couch to the kitchen where she had left her cell phone. Grabbing the phone before it went to voicemail she answered the call.

“I am so sorry Marty, I will be there as soon as humanly possible,” Bettie answers.

“Ten minutes.”

“Okay I will be there.”

The line went dead and Bettie rushed upstairs to her room. In her hurry she pulled on a fresh pair of jeans and button down shirt. Afterwards she slipped on her sneakers to leave. Her heart rate was beating rapidly as she rushed back downstairs to grab her bag. Will had woken from all the movement and while she hurried he pushed himself up from the couch. He watched as she went to the bathroom to brush her teeth quite rigorously.

“I can take you there,” Will spoke holding up his keys. Bettie spit out the toothpaste into the sink and washed out her mouth. She stood in the hallway looking at Will.

“Are you sure? You don’t even have to be there for another two hours.”

“I know but I can just drop you off and head back to the hotel.”

“That would be great,” Bettie finally spoke.

“Ready?” he smiles. Bettie nodded and grabbed the house key from the countertop. They left the house and hurried into Will’s vehicle. It took roughly five minutes to get to the set and Bettie muttered a rushed thanks to Will before rushing out of the car. Those who had seen Bettie exit the car began to assume some things. An assistant late to her job, being dropped off by the star of the movie, the rumors were bound to begin now more than ever.

It was now a problem since Will had somewhat of a reputation with women. Even though nothing had happened between the pair, there would be the assumption that there was indeed an affair occurring. When Marty had seen Bettie arrive just in the nick of time, she had already caught wind of how she got there. Upon hearing the rumor, Marty was slightly disappointed in Bettie, she had believed the young woman had a good head on her shoulders. There was a talk to be had between the assistant and the producer, a talk warning Bettie to remain professional not become one of the actor's conquests.