Crossed Desires

THE NIGHT IS STILL YOUNG

Brat

And as far as I'm concerned, I hope it never comes, because I don't care. I'm fine the way I am—why complicate life? This way I'm happy. We keep drinking whiskey, and now it's not just one waitress flirting with me—this time it's two. I wink at them. What can I say? I like having fun with whoever I want. Their friend gets upset at the other two waitresses, but I couldn't care less—it doesn't matter to me, because I don't belong to anyone.

By three in the morning Miguel already wants to leave, and so does Jon. My friends have gotten so boring. But what can I do? Let them go—for me, the night is just getting started. I say goodbye to them and enjoy being the center of attention at the place. After a while, I head back to my apartment with the two waitresses and spend the whole night doing whatever I want with them, just the way I like it. The next morning, I send the two women on their way and crash onto my bed to sleep off my hangover.



And at three in the afternoon, the doorbell to my apartment starts ringing, drilling into my head. I cover my head with a pillow because the sound is unbearable, but it keeps ringing insistently. "What a nuisance, who the hell is it?" I think, until I finally get up, furious, anger at its peak. "Who do they think they are, waking me up?" I storm toward the door with all the demons in my head, and when I open it, I see the most irritating person I've ever met.

"What the hell are you doing here...?" My annoyance multiplies. "Did I ever tell you to come?" I say.

I'm furious because it bothers me when people take liberties they have no right to.

"No, but I thought you wanted to play..." she says.

Oh, for God's sake, this woman has a screw loose. Who the hell shows up uninvited and just assumes I want to have fun with her? What an annoying woman.

"If I wanted to play with you, don't you think I would've called?" I snap at her.

This woman clearly has some self-esteem issues. I haven't been even a little nice to her, and yet she keeps insisting. What the hell is wrong with her? I treat her badly and still, here she is.

"Baby, don't be mad..." she says.

She touches my arm, and I look at her hand in disgust before pulling it away. Who does she think she is, coming to my apartment whenever she pleases? I curse myself for having accepted her invitation last night.

"Look, Carla, I'm not your baby. And what part of 'I don't repeat' didn't you understand? So you'd better leave..." I tell her, irritated.

It's like she doesn't get it. I've told her in every possible way, and she just doesn't understand. What the hell goes on in her head that she can't grasp what I'm saying?

"Yes, of course I understand... but I told you, I don't want to marry you. I just want to have fun with you, that's all."

Oh, that's just great. Well, not with me. That's not going to happen in this life or the next. She can have fun with someone else, but with me it's over.

"Fine, good for you. But it won't be with me, okay? So please, leave..." I tell her.

She leans in and tries to kiss me, but I pull back and raise my hands like a shield. What the hell—how many times do I have to say it before she understands that I'm not interested and she should move on with her life? She tries to touch me and says:

"But what's the problem? Didn't you like what we did?"

Whether I liked it or not means nothing to me, because for me it was just s*x, nothing more. I don't understand why she can't accept my no. What the hell is wrong with her? What a stubborn woman. I've never met anyone like this in my life.

"Yes, but I don't want more. Understand that..." I tell her.

I'm breathing hard, frustrated and angry, because I just want her gone already.

"Baby, don't be mad. I'm not asking you for exclusivity, or for a commitment. What's the problem then?" she says.

Oh God, how much longer do I have to explain that I don't want this? The only thing I want is for her to leave, that's all. What a stubborn woman.

"I don't like repeating myself. Why don't you get it?" I snap at her.

I say it harshly because she has me exasperated. What a stubborn woman. Doesn't she have any dignity? What the hell is wrong with her?

"Why...?" she asks.

She wants more explanations, for me to repeat the same thing again. I take a deep breath, because this woman has me at my limit. I don't even know what else to say to get her to leave me alone.

"Because I don't..." I answer bluntly.

That's it. It doesn't need logic. I simply don't want to, and it infuriates me that she can't understand. If she's this obsessive after just two times, I don't even want to imagine what she'd be like after more. What kind of crazy woman did Iván throw my way?

"Fine, then I'll go. But don't throw me away—we could have such a good time..." she says.

Finally—hallelujah, she understood. Yes, please, leave. She comes closer, touches my chest, slides her hand down to my groin, kisses my shoulder, and then leaves.

Dear readers, don't forget to vote and leave your comments—it motivates me to keep writing for you. With much love,

Francia.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter of Brat, this handsome boy I fall in love with more every time I write about him.

Don't miss the upcoming chapters—they're going to be on fire.