~Amnesia~
Rika was my everything, I know it sounds cheesy but she really was. When I met her I was with my friends. We were at a party getting wasted like always and hooking up with drunk girls. I’m not one of those popular guys that get any girl just by smiling and telling them they are special. That’s how it always went, a girl would see me and I would just flirt until we start kissing. People often say guys only think about hooking up with girls but that’s not true, we don’t think about it. We just do it. I wasn’t really proud of it but I was having fun with what I was given. But at that party I didn’t hook up with anyone because I met her, Rika. She walked up to me like all other girls. At first I thought she was a nice catch but then without saying anything she slapped me. Of course I was confused and a little mad. I saw she was an aggressive drunk so I decided to just walk away from her and so I did. I soon learned it was useless because she kept following me telling me to stop running away. I grabbed her hand and took her out of the place so she could get fresh air. She glared at me while I sat her down on the ground. Don’t judge me; she was going to fall if I didn’t. She didn’t say a word for a solid 10 minutes and only looked at me. I wanted to leave but I didn’t. The look on her face showed she wasn’t done with me yet. So after another 5 minutes I decided to talk.
“ I don’t know why you slapped me but I don’t know you so you probably have the wrong guy. Can I leave now?” , is what I said. She slapped me again and said: “I’m not looking for a guy, I just wanted to slap you because you are the typical ‘handsome hook up at party’s guy’.”
That’s where it all started. I don’t know if that was a tactic to get close to me but she succeeded. We spend all night on the ground talking and drinking. It was the first time I didn’t get drunk with a girl to hook up. I got drunk and just talked. I know it sounds ridiculous but it happened. Guess what? Because I was so used to one-nightstands I forgot to ask her name and because she was one of the many girls there I didn’t even try to find her on social media. Then the next week I went to another party. My friends asked me to buy the drinks and when I went to the bar I saw her. This resulted in her not getting paid for her work at the party and my friends getting annoyed that I didn’t bring them drinks. That night I didn’t forget to ask her name and we ended up talking again. I’m not a talker though I just listened to her stories. I remember when she told me she liked my real smile not the one I gave the girls at the party.
“I’ve actually known about you since I started going to these parties. My friends all talk about this group of cuties that they like. I’ve heard so much about you and after two years of stories I finally met you.” She said after drinking a whole glass of beer.
“Well I do have a reputation but none of them really know me. But you do now. Consider it a gift from God” I answered with a smile.
After that night we hung out together outside from parties. We often did a movie night and watched a marathon of movies. I even got her to meet my friends and they were shocked that she was actually a cool girl. She was one of us, we laughed together, we played games together and we lost together. Yeah I’ve never been good in a team. We were also there for each other in difficult moments, like the time her cat died. I remember she cried for a whole day and was depressed for another week. Don’t mess with a girl who loves her dead cat, trust me. To me Rika was special but it took me long to realize that I actually wanted more than just to be friends. She was actually the first to tell her feelings. I remember she felt bad for falling in love with someone who was only serious about his food (me, yes don’t mess with my food). I can’t ever forget how she cried because I couldn’t answer. I remember how my friends give me a whole speech about love when I told them about her confession. I still didn’t know what to do, what I felt. At the next party, my friends and Rika were dancing and drinking. I didn’t plan on going but I had to after what happened. I got a call from one of my friends saying Rika had drunk so much she was taken to the hospital. I couldn’t believe it, it wasn’t real. I took my jacket and my keys to my car to go to the hospital but before I started driving I got a message.
Oi, don’t worry about Rika she is alright. Life is not a drama so don’t fuss at home and tell her how you feel before you lose her.
When I read that I was just relieved. I wasn’t mad about him lying, nor about what he did. I went to the party and looked for her. I was so glad to see her dance happily with her friends. I went up to her and grabbed her just like when I met. I took her outside and without saying a word I just kissed her.
After that night we were officially a couple. Even though I was happy it was embarrassing to say it. We went on several dates, just the two of us. Being a couple didn’t change a lot, we weren’t one of those couples that show off their love in public. The only thing that did change is the fact that I could say she was mine and I did every time I got the chance.
One day I was going to this party. I would catch up with Rika and my friends at the party because I would arrive later. When I arrived my friends were telling me the party was boring, the music was off and the girls were not worth it. I thought it was unusual of them to say that but I believed them and told them I was just going to see Rika. At that moment Rika and another guy walked outside. I understood what my friends were trying to do and I felt regret. I smiled at my friends and told them to go inside with me to party. As we walked I completely ignored Rika who tried to stop me. That night I went back to who I was before. I drank and flirted and drank again. My friends tried to stop me but I didn’t. I drank until I had a black out.
That was yesterday and now I’m here in a hospital bed. I wish I had amnesia but instead my memory is as crystal clear.
