The Drunk Dial

Three years... Three, what I thought to be wonderful years with my boyfriend. You would think on the anniversary of that I would be going out with him to some fancy restaurant that we probably can't really afford and go to, pretending to be a lot higher class than we really are. Well unfortunately we aren’t doing what you might expect because the bastard cheated on me. He’s been doing so for almost two years now and I’ve never noticed. I feel so stupid.

You’re probably sitting at home wondering how some poor fool can be cheated on for two years and the just suddenly notice. Well I’ll tell you how, and no, it wasn’t because I suddenly became smarter, I found out because I was feeling a bit ill that day. When my boss noticed how pale I was, being the caring guy he is he sent me home for the day and told me to take the next day or two off as well, so that’s just what I did.

I went home and walked into my bedroom to lie down only to find my boyfriend in the middle of fucking a kid. Someone that was supposedly in one of the classes he had helped student teach two years before, and may I add that the kid is barely legal right now. That means that he was under age when they started this relationship, although my boyfriend swears they didn’t start sleeping together until he turned eighteen three months ago, but why should I believe him. He’s done nothing but lie to me for the last two years.

Here I had been thinking that we were happy, and going to be together forever, but sometimes people have other plans. Knowing my parents, and how much they loved Kyle, they’re going to find a way to blame me for him cheating. They’re going to say that I must not have been giving him enough attention, or some shit like that, but I know that’s all a bunch of crap. I’ve done nothing but love and cherish him, of course that didn’t matter to him.

So now rather than sitting in some fancy little restaurant, I’m sitting in my best friends living room with all my luggage in her hallway, listening to her think of ways she could help cheer me up. While her roommate is sitting on a chair in the living room glaring a hole into the side of my head because she’s mad that I ruined their ‘chick flick’ movie night.

“Maybe we should go have a girls night out rather than a girls night in,” my best friend Cassadee suggested with a wide bright smile.

“Can’t be a girls night if we have a guy come along,” her grouchy roommate Angela muttered bitterly.

“Fine then, we can call it a girls and one very flamboyant gay guy’s night out,” she said with a giggle.

“Whatever, if I have to deal with him tonight I just want go out and start drinking. I’m in desperate need for some vodka,” she said as she got up and started pulling on her coat.

“Well lets go babe,” she said to me as she hooked her arm through mine and started dragging me off of the couch where I would have preferred to stay and cry about Kyle while eating a carton of chocolate ice cream and watching an exceptionally horrible romantic comedy.

“Fine, let’s go,” I said getting up and praying that she wouldn’t make us stay out too long.



“Seriously Cass… I don’t need another one,” I said, as she set yet another unnamed drink in front on me.

“Yes you do,” she said with a sweet smile as she took a sip of her own drink.

“What is it even?”

“A surprise, now drink up,” she said as Angela collapsed into the booth next to her.

“I’m ready to go home,” Angela said before stealing a sip of Cassadee’s drink and scrunching up her nose at the taste.

“Well too bad, we aren’t leaving until I get James here wasted,” she said looking at me with a raised eyebrow, trying to get me to drink whatever was in front of me.

“Since I want to go home sooner rather than later, let me go get something that will get him drunk quick so we can go,” she said before hoping out of the seat and heading back to the bar before returning with a tray containing about nine glasses, three glasses of three different shots. I guess we were all going to get wasted together, which I guess is good because I don’t want to feel like crap alone in the morning.

“Cheers,” I said lifting the first drink, the other two following my lead before quickly downing the liquid.



“Can y-y-you take me hooome firssst,” I slurred as we climbed into a taxi cab that one of the lovely bartenders called for us.

“Sure sweetie, where do you live?” the cab driver asked turning around to look at me sympathetically.

“I don’t really remember,” I said scratching my head. “Cass, do you remember where I live?”

“5789 Chestnut Street,” she told the driver with a smile, without a slur in sight because she cheated and didn’t really drink her shots.

“Alright, we should be there in about ten minutes depending on traffic,” the driver informed us before taking off towards what I thought was my house.



“Whyyy are weeee at your hoooouse?” I asked as Cassadee and Angela both lead me up to the door and into their house.

“Don’t you remember sweetie? You’re staying with my and Angie for the next few days.”

“But I-I-I-I didn’t tell Kyle, he’ll worrry if I don’t come home,” I said as I started panicking.

“I wouldn’t count on that one,” Angela mumbled under her breath, probably hoping I wouldn’t hear, but sadly for her I did.

“What do you mean, of course he’d care,” I pouted.

“Yeah, he really shows you how he cares when he cheats on you,” she said with a roll of her eyes before walking off to her room.

“He cheated on me,” I started to cry.

“I’m sorry sweetie, why don’t you go lay down. After all the drinking you did tonight I know you could use some sleep,” she said giving me a pillow and blanket to use before making her way to her own bedroom.

Lying down on the couch I fished my phone out of my pocket in hopes of calling Kyle to come get me and take me home. Unlocking my phone I noticed I had about twenty unread text messages, I quickly opened my messages and started reading, all of them being from Kyle.

When are you going to get the rest of your stuff?

I was hoping to get Andy moved in this weekend, can you come get your stuff tomorrow?

I know I was a dick and should have told you our relationship was over rather than drag you on, but can you please just answer me.

Seriously, I’m sorry. I really hope we can still be friends.

Call me?

Please tell me you’re not hurting yourself.

James?

Closing out of my messages, I made a mental note to call him in the morning and see if Cassadee could help me pack up my stuff.

“Why’d we have to go drinking tonight?” I mumbled to myself as I shifted on the couch and felt my jeans rub on my hard member. The one thing I failed to remember until after I was completely drunk was how horny I get. At least with Kyle around I’d have someone to help me relive my urges.

Pulling up my contacts I couldn’t help but search for someone I could call to help me. I did have a few friends that I knew would sleep with me at the drop of a hat. Maybe I could call one up and ask them to pick me up for some fun.

Browsing through the list I couldn’t help but pause on my bosses name and think. He’s always been so kind to me. He always cares about me, and he’s not that bad looking. Never thought as the guy as more than my boss, but why not I thought as I clicked his name and put my phone to my ear and listened to it ring.

“’Ello?” a voice asked sounding as though they just woke up.

“Cody?” I asked while biting my lip, hoping that he hadn’t changed his number.

“Yes, who is this?” he asked before he let out a cute little yawn.

“It’s James,” I mumbled.

“James, it’s almost two in the morning, no mean to be rude but what the hell could be so important?”

“Well it’s just that when I went home today I found my boyfriend cheating on me and then my friends took me out to a bar and got me really really drunk, and now I’m insanely horny, and well you’ve always seemed to care so much about me so I thought I should call you first because you are always so nice and I thought you’d take care of me better than anyone else,” I said quickly realizing after the fact how stupid it was of me to be calling him right now.

“Don’t mind me asking, but what is it you thought I could do for you?”

“I was hoping you would come get me from my friend Cassadee’s house and then maybe, help me with my problem,” I said shrinking in on myself just a wee bit more.

“James, you’re drunk. You have no idea what you’re talking about. What I want you to do is hang up the phone and go to sleep. If in the morning when you’re sober and of a sound mind and you still want to be with me, and when I say be with me I mean more than just a casual fuck when you’re drunk, we can talk. Now hang up and go to sleep,” he said in a stern voice.

“But I don’t want to sleep. I want you right now,” I said before reaching my hands into my pants and grabbing myself causing me to moan. “Hear that, you could be making me do that all night if you just came and got me.”

“I’m hanging up, now get to sleep,” Cody said before quickly hanging up on me causing me to pout at my phone.

With a pout on my face I pulled my hand from my pants, and decided that I might as well just leave my boner until late. So what if I have to fall asleep hard, at least I would feel pitiful pleasuring myself.



“Are you sure you should be going to work today?” Cassadee asked as she chased me around the kitchen while I worked on making myself some breakfast before leaving.

“Yes, sitting at home and wallowing in self-pity is no way to get over a break up. I’m going to go to work, deal with a bunch of people I don’t want to deal with, and then come home and maybe call Kyle about getting the rest of my stuff and splitting all the furniture we’ve bought together,” I said as I finished spreading some peanut butter on the bread I toasted and made my way out the door and to my car.

“Don’t over work yourself. If you get too stressed just come home,” she yelled after me as I got into my car.

“Of course mother,” I said with a roll of my eyes as I shut my door and started my car.



Twenty minutes later I was staring at the outside of the office building I worked at and couldn’t help but recall the horrible conversation I had had with Cody the night before. I couldn’t help but think about how many people he might have already told, and how embarrassed I’ll be walking in those doors.

“Here goes nothing,” I muttered to myself before walking up the steps and through the front door.

“Sweetie, how are you doing?” the receptionist Eva said as she ran out from behind the counter and hugged me.

“What are you talking about?” I asked hugging her back.

“I heard about what happened between you and Kyle. He called hear this morning asking if you were in yet so he could talk to you and he told me about the breakup. I can’t believe he just ended it like that,” she said with a shake of her head. “Were there any warning signs?”

“Yeah, the barely legal kid he was fucking in our bed,” I muttered bitterly scuffing my feet against the floor.

“Aww, my poor baby,” she said pulling me in even closer.

“James, could I see you in my office… now,” Cody said coming up behind myself and Eva scaring me slightly.

“Yes sir,” I said as I looked down at my feet and followed him up a flight of stairs and down to his office at the end of the hallway.

Closing the door behind us, he quickly locked it and drew the blinds before going around to sit down in his chair.

“So is what I heard true?”

“Depends, what did you hear?” I asked looking down at my hands in my lap.

“That Kyle cheated on you.”

“Yeah, for the last two years and I was too dumb to notice,” I said before smacking myself in the head.

“You’re not stupid, you were just in love,” he said with a small smile.

“Either way I’ve been cheated on and lied to for the last two years,” I mumbled. “By the way, I’m sorry about last night. I was really drunk; I don’t even know why I called you.

“Don’t worry about it. I was actually hoping that you would agree to go out with me tonight. I know it’s a bit too soon after your breakup, but if I must be honest I’ve liked you for the last three years, and I’ve been waiting for you and Kyle to break up,” he said with a shrug.

“If I’m being honest I’ve never thought of you as more than my manager,” I said looking up at him through my eyebrows and watching his shoulders slump and his smile turn into a frown. “But that was until last night. After I called you I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like if you had accepted my offer.”

“So is that a yes?” he asked with small smile.

“Only if you’ll come help me get the rest of my stuff from my ex’s house and call it a date. If I don’t go get it soon he might just throw it all out.”

“Sounds like a date. We can go get dinner afterwards.”

“Then it’s a date,” I said before leaning over the desk and kissing his cheek. “See you later.”

“See ya,” he said with a small wave as I unlocked the door and walked out.