Speechless
Chapter 16: Scott’s P.O.V.
I left Darcy’s house and drove home, smiling. It was so easy to get him to break up with her. It took a little longer than I expected, but now he was but of the way. Now I could make a move on Darcy.
Matt was a jerk, I’d been told a few stories about his rep with the ladies, and I didn’t want Darcy to get hurt. Or maybe that was just what I was telling myself to make me feel better about what I had done.
I knew how happy Darcy was with Matt. But I wanted to be with her. And we should be together. Matt could never understand her like I could, could never completely relate to her. But I could.
I could be exactly was she needed. She didn’t need him, she needed me.
I smiled to myself as I pulled into my driveway, thinking how easy it was to manipulate them so I could be with Darcy. I think that stupid story about how “me and my normal girlfriend didn’t work out” really sold it. That story was completely improvised on the spot.
He ended it just in time for me to take Darcy to the dance, too. Perfect, I thought.
It wouldn’t be hard to convince Darcy to go with me. I wasn’t that big into dances, but I knew Darcy wanted to go. It’s not like we can hear the music, so I just didn’t see the point in going. But it would be the perfect way to make Darcy fall for me. Either way it wouldn’t be difficult; that day I walked her home when she first told Matt about being deaf it seemed as though she was drawn to me. It was obvious there was an attraction between us from the minute we met, but Matt got in the way. Now that I had gotten rid of him, nothing could stop me from getting what I wanted. Nothing could stop me from being with Darcy.
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Matt’s P.O.V.
I woke up with a massive pounding in my head and my stomach in knots. The sun poured through the windows and I was temporarily blinded.
I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them halfway to see that I was in John’s house. I was draped over the couch in his living room, shirt off, beer bottle in my hand. I was glad I had told my parents I was staying at John’s; they would’ve killed me if I hadn’t come home last night. The room was spinning.
I dropped the bottle and let it crash into pieces on the hardwood floor as I stumbled into the bathroom, falling over and heaving at the toilet.
I groaned loudly and sat down, squeezing my head between my knees.
I looked over and saw John sprawled out in his bathtub. I laughed and threw a random shoe that I found on the floor at him.
His eyes shot open as he floundered his arms shouting, “What?”
I laughed, which brought the sick feeling back to my stomach and I turned around and threw up again. I couldn’t remember how much I drank last night, or anything I had done, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to know.
“Rough night, Matty cakes?” He laughed, getting up and splashing his face with cold water from the sink.
“I don’t even remember half of it, man. “ I replied before throwing up again.
“Not surprised, man. You drank more than I’ve ever seen you drink before.”
“Please tell me I didn’t do anything too stupid.”
“I don’t know, sorry bro. I was preoccupied Lindsey all night.” He wiggled his eyebrows and I rolled my eyes.
After twenty minutes of searching, I found my phone in John’s refrigerator. I decided I didn’t want to know how that happened. The only difference from before I got too drunk to function correctly was that I had one sent text and one new text.
The new text was from Emma. Thanks for last night (; I missed the old you
My stomach felt queasy all over again. I didn’t want to think about it for now and checked the text I sent. It was sent to Darcy. I was horrified. What would I have said to Darcy when I was drunk and heartbroken? And what did I do with Emma?
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