Page 11 of Little Broken Pieces

“I love you dos.” I roll my eyes at her poor attempt at Spanish, even though I’ve taught her the right word, it's become our little thing.

We make our way down the short hallway to her bedroom, and I climb up on her tall ass princess and the pea pink bed. I need a damn stool to get on it.

“Wait, so what time did that Kohen guy even get there? I thought he had flaked.” Well, that’s one of the last things I remember anyway.

“He got there around two in the morning. You were already buzzed and flirty. I thought you really liked Xzavien but once Kohen arrived the poor guy didn’t exist anymore.”

I’m sure my face is as red as a tomato. I am so embarrassed. I would never want to lead someone on and treat them like that.

“I need to apologize to him. I feel so bad. How long were we there?” I can’t take anything back, the damage is done, but my toxic ass can take some damn responsibility. I may be a bitch, but I don’t treat people like shit for nothing.

“We were there until around four. It was a long night, or should I saymorning.”She moves her eyebrows playfully and I throw a shirt at her. It hits her smack dab in the face. Cora’s reflexes are shit. “You have to remember something, Alex.”

Is she not listening? I stare at her, clearly annoyed because I said from the get-go that I don’t remember a damn thing. How many times will I have to say it?

“Cora, I don’t remember anything. I wish I did but I don’t. But maybe it’s better that way.”

“I call bullshit, Alex. You have to remember getting his number. I feel like you’re saying you don’t remember so you don’t have to call him. He was an alpha for sure. It's okay if you’re scared,” she smirks. “But yeah, he grabbed you, asked for your phone, and put his number in it. Everyone was talking about it, making Xzavien jealous and that's why he took off.”

Okay, now Iamscared. My stomach feels like it falls onto the floor. I think I’m going to be sick. I have to know more.

“Tell me everything now,” I say seriously. I have to know what else I missed. I know if anything really bad or embarrassing happened she would tell me that first, so it must have all just been in good fun, but still. I hate not knowing. I’m too much of a control freak for this.

6

ALEX

Ifeel a little lost inside when I can’t remember everything I did. I hate that feeling. I’m glad I allowed myself to let loose at the same time, though. I’m proud of myself in that regard. I’m young and I deserve to have fun but the loss of control is what makes me seem like a stuck-up bitch. I have to feel like I’m in control of everything. It’s the aftereffects of the trauma we went through, and the way Cecille died. If I had only paid attention, been less drunk, wasn’t such a fucking party whore… The feelings of anxiousness remain.

My thoughts are interrupted as Cora claps her hands together and speaks.

'“Okay. I’m going to tell you everything, Alex. But you have to promise you won’t freak out any more than I can tell you already are.”

“Fine,” I huff in response. I hate that she knows me so well sometimes. I shut my mouth so she can continue.

“We left the restroom and grabbed a couple of drinks.”

“Well, I know that, Cora. You already mentioned that part and clearly, since I blacked out. I had more than a couple.”

“Hush! If you want me to tell you everything, I’m going to have to go through it in my own mind step by step, from beginning to end. So have some damn patience or I won’t tell you.”

I giggle because she thinks she is speaking with authority, but she only sounds soft and sweet, like a damn bubblegum princess. She also knows it annoys the living fuck out of me when she takes forever to tell a story, especially if it's stuff that is irrelevant.

“So, anyway. We grabbed our drinks and went to talk to the boys. The DJ had taken a break and his assistant was playing some badass remixes. We were taking shots and having a good time, and a friendly conversation. Then BAM!” she exclaims. “It hit us like a ton of bricks. We were drunk off our asses.” She laughs, her eyes wide with excitement. We look at each other and I join in on the laughter, shoving her with my shoulder playfully. I don't respond yet because she looks so happy recalling all the events of last night. So, I just have fun watching it replay in my mind as she continues.

“Right when we were about to head to the restroom for the hundredth time, your song came on.”

I immediately know what song she means by the sparkle in her eyes. My alter ego song!

“No!” I gasp playfully.

“Yes, Alex! Yes! Ester Dean!”

I’m a whole other woman when that song comes on.

“Then what?” I ask, genuinely curious because that must have been when I blacked out indefinitely.

“Then a bunch of girls joined us and cheered you on as you shook your big ass. They were spanking you and giving you compliments on how nice your ass is.”

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