My Immortal Boyfriend

Chapter 3

Aubrey's Pov:

I awoke with a jolt to the sound of my alarm. I blinked consecutively, trying to adjust to the surroundings. The sun was already up and the curtains hanging didn’t helped blocked the blinding light coming from outside my window.

"Aw!"

I sat up supporting my head with my one of my hands. Though in throbbing pain, I looked around and realized I was already in my room. How did I even get here? All I remember was the club and then I went drinking on a nearby bar but I don't happen to remember how I got here.

"How are you feeling?" Someone asked.

I immediately recognized the voice and peeped in between the fingers covering my face as I still support my painful head. It was James. He crossed his arms and leaned by my room's doorframe.

"James..." I called out. "Definitely not okay. What are you doing here anyway?" I asked.

I feel really dizzy. I looked at him again and saw that he was carrying something.

"Here, eat first." He ordered while walking towards me carrying a small tray with a bowl of hot fish soup.

"You don't remember texting me, do you?" he asked as he placed the tray down by my bedside table.

"Did I?" I asked looking up to him. I thought hard, trying to recall what he mentioned. "Oh, I think I did... Yeah... How'd you know I was in a bar? Did I tell you that too?" I added.

"What do you mean?" He sat down on my bed, frowning. "When you texted me, you're already here. I arrived last night and saw you lying on the couch. You even saw me and called my name. I was the one who carried you to your room. Tsk, you should stop drinking when you know you can't handle it. You're heavy too, don't you know that?"

He didn't bring me home last night? Then who could it be? He's the only one who knows where I live.

"Never mind," I told him dismissively.

"Look, lady." He looked serious. "You went out drinking last night when I clearly told you to go home. Haven't you thought that it might've caused you problems? Besides, you can't handle your alcohol tolerance, you even went home with some random guy? Aren't you being too reckless?"

James arched one of his brows. He sounded really angry at me right now. I know it was my fault but I had a reason. I was thinking of telling him about the guy in the club who tried to force me and I know he's going to be furious about that too. But he's my best friend and like an older brother to me.

"I had a reason to go drinking, James." I'm trying to suppress my emotions as I continued. "Last night, when you got out of my car, I followed you out to talk to you but you're gone. I went inside the club looking for you. Then, some drunk guy grabbed me and tried to forcefully kiss me."

I almost choke at the last sentence. My voice trembled.

"But there was another guy. He helped me," I added.

It looks like James' anger disappeared. He looked down before speaking.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know you went through that." He looked at me and gave me an apologetic look.

I gave him a small smile and reached out to hold his hand. "It's okay. I feel fine knowing that you're here. I also feel thankful to that guy who helped me last night from that drunkard. Feels like I found another friend." I tried changing the subject.

"You don't have friends. You only have me as your best friend," he retorted and smiled at me.

"Don't you have plans today? I can now handle it from here." I let go of his hand and moved to the bedside to stand up.

I heard him sighed.

"You should drink a hangover medicine," he said and kissed me on my forehead. He's my sweetest best friend after all.

"I'm going now. I have a class later," he told me and grabbed his bag before leaving.

"Bye, James. See you!" I shouted at him as he opens the main door. He waved back at me before closing it.

My head still hurts. I went to the toilet for my daily morning routine.

I was drying my hair with a towel when I noticed the tray by the bedside table. The fish soup! I rushed to it. It has gone cold so I decided to take it out to the kitchen and reheat in the microwave. I grabbed a pair of utensils from the drawer.

"Thank you, James!" I whispered to myself and sat down on a high chair by kitchen counter waiting for the microwave to finish reheating the soup.

I finished the soup in a few minutes. That was a good relief for hangover.

I put the spoon down and suddenly, flashes of last night's event hit me like an over speeding truck.

I was looking at the man beside me. I couldn't clearly see his face as my vision started to get blurry and My head is spinning.

"That guy almost took my first kiss. He's a bad guy." I kept on saying to myself.

I pleaded him not to leave me.

"Hi! what's your name? I'm Aubrey!" I kept on saying nonsensical things to him but he's not reacting. Since I can't see his face, he might've have been already annoyed at me or laughing at me.

"Can I have that? The bartender wouldn't give me another drink anymore," I told the stranger.

There was some unknown brown liquid inside his glass. The guy was holding it to his mouth when I grabbed the drink and downed the its contents in a gulp. I slammed the glass on the counter and gave a disgusting face.

"What was that? Why is your drink so bitter?" I asked as I acted like I was opening my mouth and sticking my tongue out. I looked back at him.

"Don't leave me, okay? Please..." I begged. He stood up and was about to leave when I talked again.

"I know we don't know each other. But I trust you." I rested my head on my arms at the counter. I feel really sleepy now. I closed my eyes for a few seconds but could still voices around me.

"Sir, do you know her? She needs to pay her bills and we're about to close." I heard the bartender asked. I sat up, straightening my back on the bar stool. The guy glanced at me.

"Geez... What a pain in the neck." He looked at the bartender. "No I don't know her but I'll go ahead and pay for her drinks," he said.

I looked up to him and eventually he took out his wallet and paid my bill—I remembered ordering three margaritas plus I even took his drink.

"Do you know where she lives?" I heard him ask the bartender.

"No, sir. It's my first time seeing her. And by the looks of it, she's not used to drinking."

He tried to get me to sit straight again but my head was just so dizzy. He tried to take my wallet from the purse I was carrying. He's probably looking for my I.D.

"I'll take care of her," he told the bartender and placed my arm over his shoulder and carried me like a princess.

"Wait, how can I trust you?" I heard the bartender asked him.

I was too drunk I passed out.