“Why the fuck are you calling me?” I ask, my annoyance blatantly obvious.
“Thank God you answered Nate. Please don’t hang up on me.”
“Why the hell not? I told you, Andrea, I’ve moved on and I am not interested. You’re going to cause a problem for me.”
“I know, I know, trust me, that’s not why I’m calling. It’s Ronnie, he’s lost his fucking mind. He beat the shit out of me and—”
I cut her off. “What? Why? Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m all right.”
“What’s his deal?”
“I think he started taking drugs again after I broke up with him. He’s acting like a lunatic.”
“Fuck,” I blurt out, not knowing how to respond to her.
“I’ve been trying to get ahold of you, because he said he was gonna find you and beat the shit out of you too.”
I can’t help but laugh. “I doubt that, but let him try. I have some built up anger needing a release.”
“Nate, I’m serious. Be careful. He knows that you own Mechanical.”
“I will, don’t worry. Have you reported this to the police?”
“No, that’s the last thing that I need.”
“Why the fuck not?” I ask, so baffled that I want to hang up on her dumb ass.
“I have a warrant out for my arrest, because I didn’t go to court for an old speeding ticket.” What the fuck? This chick is crazy.
“Uh, okay. Well, be safe and take care of yourself. I’ll be around this weekend if anything happens, but then that’s it. I mean it, Andrea.”
She sounds completely genuine in her tone and a small part of me actually feels bad for her.
Pulling up to Mechanical, I take an extra look over my shoulder to make sure this fucker isn’t around looking for an ass whooping, but it seems I’m in the clear…for now.
Being in Florida is so different from Jersey. The city we’re in is so small and it’s right on the beach. The weather is HOT, and the humidity is something else. But I could stay forever, even with the differences…if Nate were here. Walking back into the hotel, I’m linked arm and arm with Mads and I can tell she’s ecstatic that I’m here.
It’s all because of Nate. He pushed me to come and I couldn’t be happier. I’m not one for bachelorette parties, but he’s right – you do only get married once. “Any more pictures of your hot ass boyfriend come in?” Kassy asks me as I check my phone.
“No, I wish. He’s not feeling well today.”
“That’s okay. Mads says he can send us one from bed.”
“Mads,” I scold her, “You’re about to get married.”
“What? He’s fucking gorgeous and this is my last single weekend.” I giggle at the girls. They are all smitten with him, the same way that I am. However, I do feel bad for him. He sounded horrible on the phone earlier and it really took me out of my element tonight. As much as I wanted to have a good time, he was all I could think about.
Getting back into the room, I sneak into the bathroom and call him. There’s no answer and I assume it’s because he’s sleeping. As I begin to leave a message, he calls me back.
“Hey baby,” he says in a quiet tone.
“Hey, how are you?” I ask.
“I’m okay. Sorry, I was sleeping.”
“No worries, are feeling any better?” I ask, fiddling with a lotion bottle.
“No, I think this cold hit me hard.”
“Have you taken anything for it?”
“Nah, there’s no medicine that can help me right now.”
Nate yawns loudly and I figure I better let him sleep. At the same time, I feel just as tired.
“Well, I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.
“Me too. Goodnight, baby.”
We hang up and as I leave the bathroom, everyone is passed out. Well everyone except for Monica. I chuckle looking at all the girls, spread out everywhere.
Did they really drink that much? I guess so, as silence fills the room.
Knowing I’ll have you in my bed tonight makes today that much easier. I wake to Nate’s text message and take this quiet opportunity to text him back. I wish it was this morning. How are you feeling?”
Pretty shitty, but I’m just gonna stay in bed all day and sleep.
I’ll be there soon. Little does Nate know that “soon” means in a few hours. Last night, Monica’s husband texted her because their son is sick. She decided to go home early today and I took the opportunity to skip out with her. All that I’ll be missing is a day at the pool and pedicures. Mads’ bachelorette celebrations are long over.
Slowly, the other girls start to wake. All of them look ridiculous with their messy hair and smeared make-up. Not to mention that they are still dressed for a night out. Glancing at the clock, I’m worried with how much of a mess these girls are that we’ll make it to breakfast in time.
I search for Mads and find her banging on the bathroom door, yelling at Kassy who’s clearly puking her guts out.
“How are you feeling?” I ask her.