THE DRUNK GIRL
Adrian's POV
After spending lunch break in the cafeteria, Tyler and I went over to his place since we didn't have afternoon classes. His computer was acting up, and he wanted me to fix it.
While I was working on it, time slipped away and it was already 8:30 p.m.
Tyler's mom insisted to have dinner before leaving, so I called my mom.
"Hey, Mom, I'm at Tyler's place. I'll have dinner here."
"Alright, but come home soon," she said.
"Yeah yeah, okay. Bye."
Dinner went fine — full of jokes and random banter. After that, Tyler suddenly said, "Let's hit the club. It's been ages since we chilled."
I refused at first, but he kept pushing. Eventually, I gave in. We drove there in my car.
Tyler went straight to dance, while I stayed at the bar, scrolling through my phone.
And then… bang!
Someone slammed a shot glass loudly on the counter, shouting for more.
When I turned, I saw her.
Oh great. That annoying girl.
What was her name again?
Right — Elena Collins.
Why she is here at this hour ?
Ugh just ignore her Adrian
I tried to ignore her, but then noticed a random guy sat next to her. She was clearly drunk, half-asleep on the counter, and that guy was leaning in — about to kiss her.
I don't know why, but my reflexes kicked in.
I stood up, walked over, and punched the guy square in the face.
He fell, glared at me, and I motioned with my hand — get lost.
The commotion brought Tyler running.
"Wait, isn't that… Elena?"
"Yeah" "and she's completely drunk. Is she here alone?" I said
"No idea," Tyler replied.
Just then, her phone started ringing.
"Hey, it's her phone!" Tyler said.
"Then answer it, genius," I said.
[MIKE CALLING]
Tyler picked up. "Hello?"
"Hey Elena, I was coming to get you but my bike ran out of fuel. Can you ask your driver to come pick you up?" said the voice on the other end.
Tyler whispered, "Who's this guy?"
I took the phone. "This is Adrian. Elena's passed out drunk — what should I do?"
Mike replied, "Call her driver using her phone."
I was about to end the call when I noticed her phone had 1% battery.
"Ugh, seriously? Can't she ever charge her phone?"
"Hello! Mike! The phone's about to—"
[Phone switched off]
"Oh, great. Perfect."
Tyler sighed. "Bro, you can't just leave her here. Take her home. It's not safe."
"Are you crazy?" I said. "If my dad finds out I brought a drunk girl home, I'm dead."
"Then what do we do?"
"Do you even know where she lives?"
"Nope."
Then after 5-6 minutes, out of nowhere, I got a text from an unknown number.
[Message: Hey Adrian, this is Mike. Got your number from Ms. Isabella. I'm sending Elena's address. Please drop her home.]
A moment later, the address popped up.
I turned to Tyler. "Come with me, man. It'll be awkward if I go alone."
"Can't. Dad just texted — he needs help with some office files."
"Dude, seriously—"
"Go, go! You'll be fine!" he said, rushing off.
"Unbelievable."
I sighed and looked at Elena. She was barely conscious. I tried to help her stand, but she kept slipping down.
Finally, I picked her up bridal-style and placed her in the front seat, buckling her seatbelt.
As I drove, she started mumbling.
"F*ck you, Adrian! Because of you, those cheap girls humiliated me! You didn't even offer your hand when I fell, and my heels broke too!"
I couldn't help but laugh.
"She's actually mad at me, huh?"
But then, looking at her sleeping face — she looked... innocent. Like a kid.
Damn it. No, Adrian. Don't. She's just an annoying, irritating girl.
Just drop her and go home.
After a while, I reached the address — a massive mansion with tall black iron gates.
I got out, and the watchman approached.
"Do you need something, sir?"
"Is this the Collins' residence?"
"Yes, sir."
"Could you please call someone? I'm Adrian — Elena's classmate. She's… uh… drunk. I brought her home."
He hurried inside, and soon a woman — around my mom's age — came out.
"Elena! Where's my daughter?"
I guessed she was her mother.
"She's in the car, Mrs. Collins."
I helped Elena out — she was still half-asleep — and Mrs. Collins supported her. She called a maid to take Elena upstairs.
Then she turned to me.
"And you are…?"
"Adrian Marco, ma'am. Elena's classmate. I just transferred to SJIS."
Mrs. Collins smiled. "You're very kind, dear. Come inside, please."
"Oh no, ma'am, it's fine. My mom must be worried. Maybe next time."
"Alright then. Next time, you must come in and talk," she said warmly.
I smiled. "Sure, Mrs. Collins. Good night."
"Good night, Adrian."
As I walked back to my car, I muttered under my breath,
"Trouble seems to follow me everywhere... especially when it's wearing heels."
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