“John, I have to go. I still have to pack and tomorrow will be a long day.” Brianna was already tired. She spent several long days studying for finals. Once they were over she was able to blow off some steam. She and John had been out doing something every night for the past four nights, and that something usually ended up drinking and partying at someone’s house.

“Bree baby, come on, stay. Have another drink.”

Already getting frustrated at his refusal to let her leave she became even more agitated at him for calling her Bree. “John, I’ve asked you not to call me that, okay. It’s Brianna. Look, I’m calling a cab. I have to go.”

“What? Only your precious Backstreet Boy can call you Bree? Is that a pet name or a bed name?” He was drunk, raising his voice, and being belligerent.

Actually, yes, Nick is the only one who has ever called me that. But she wasn’t about to tell John that. Not when he had been drinking. Not when he had been smoking. “I’ve told you over and over, Nick and I are JUST friends. Why can’t you accept that?”

“Well, you sure ain’t been givin’ it to me, so he must be getting’ it.”

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t just say that. I’m tired, we’re both drunk, and I’m going. I don’t want to fight with you, okay.”

“Whatever. Go already. Besides I’ve got better things to be doing.” She knew when he got this drunk and mixed it with pot he got obstinate and mean. Usually, he didn’t get this drunk, but she suspected it had something to do with the fact she was going to see Nick. He just couldn’t seem to accept their friendship.

She took a few deep breaths to calm her rising temper over his comments. Then she faced him, “Fine, have fun and be safe. I’ll see you when I get back. We’ll do something then, okay.” She gave him a quick kiss and he grabbed her and deepened it.

“Remember that while you’re with him.” About then someone called that a cab was there and she said goodbye again before leaving. In the cab she thought about that kiss. Maybe it was just because she had had a few shots of Tequila, or maybe it was her anger, but for some reason she didn’t really feel anything that time when he kissed her. That would definitely be something for her to think about.

<~ Chapter 13 or Chapter 15 ~>

In the End

Karina 2003