I had never known how Damien even got in here, it was a bar full of elegance. I saw the huge display of bottles right under a golden glow, a bartender concocting a glass of drink, and a familiar drunk guy sitting in front of me.

He had his head in the embrace of his folded arms, but he wasn't moving at all. He was as still as a mannequin, but I saw his chest moving up and down from his breathing. I saw a few empty glasses with some fluid as the remaining residue in it, he had a lot of drinks.

I understood if it were Kylie, but I could never fathom Damien drinking alcoholic beverages.

"What the heck happened to him?" Asher asked me, standing beside me with his jade orbs focusing on Damien.

I shrugged my shoulders and murmured, "I have no clue."

I moved towards Damien's lifeless body, but life still lingered along with his breaths. I tugged him on the arm, only to gain a slurred grumble. I said, "Damien?"

He didn't reply with words, instead he replied with another slurred grunt. Asher told me, "Help me lift him up."

He moved towards Damien, bringing him up on his feet with one of his arms curdling around Asher's shoulders. I wrapped my arm around Damien's on the other side, helpless. He reeked of alcohol, a strong scent.

"Kyyylie?" Damien suddenly moaned out and struggled, making us loosen our grip on him unintentionally.

Asher and I knew that we must get him into the car immediately, Asher did have a car. We exchanged glances and dragged him out of the bar, out into the cold night air.

It was fortunate that he wasn't aggressive, it would be like facing a bull in a fight. But, he was like this because of Kylie.

We both struggled to let him into the car, he was a big guy. I meant he's really huge, but not Hulk huge. I wiped off sweat from my forehead and let out a sigh of exasperation. I slammed the car's door shut harshly and Asher reacted, "Hey, Taylor!"

I widened my eyes and realized my mistake. "Oops, sorry."

"Sorry, my ass. Save your apologies for my car." He said sarcastically, a little weird if you ask me.

"Is there something wrong?" I asked him with a worried expression on my face.

He paused for a moment, staring off into space. He answered me, "It's nothing, I just have my mood swings now."

I thought it wasn't really sincere, but I decided to shrug the questions off. He opened the door to the passenger's seat and stood there, he told me, "Get in."

I awkwardly boarded the car and he shut the door beside me. He bolted across to the driver's seat and shut the door almost instantly. He started the car with a growl from the engine and drove off into the night.

***

"Kylie?" I murmured out on my phone, it went into voicemail. "What the heck happened with Damien?"

"Just to let you know, he got drunk last night. Please call me soon, I mean very soon. I'm worried about Damien, y'know." I continued with a slightly shaken voice now, I was becoming worried. "Call me."

I ended the voicemail and placed it on the kitchen counter, I was bewildered. It was either she didn't want to pick up my calls or she was just busy with her schedule. I was quite disappointed at her to be honest, I was sure something had happened.

Damien doesn't just drink his heart out, he doesn't appreciate alcohol like Kylie does.

I let out a deep sigh as I looked at the mess I had made for Damien. I was making a hangover soup for him, but it was a ruckus process. At least the soup seemed good enough.

That's when my hand accidentally swept a spoon off the counter and dropped onto the wooden floor. I bent down to get it when my shoulders was struck with an unbearable pain, I winced in response.

God, Damien was heavy. It was tough only trying to get him to bed.

Did Asher have aches on his shoulders too?

I massaged my shoulders with my fingers for a moment, I winced as I did. After the short massage, I brought the hangover soup to Damien's room. I opened the door with a small creak, but he didn't seem to be awake by the noise. It was dark, I could only see a faint light seeping through the windows penetrating the dark room. I walked into the room to see him lying down in a curled-up position, an unusual way to be tucked under the covers.

I sat beside him, on the bed. I was hesitant to wake him up, he's scary when he's furious. I firstly tugged him on the back while saying softly, "Damien."

He moved slightly under the covers, rustling softly like a baby. I tugged him again and repeated, "Damien."

He whirled around on his back, he was facing the ceiling. I clearly saw the distress on his face, his lips trembling and his nose scrunching. I saw the tear marks on his face, making his face look red and swollen. They say men don't cry, but what could've happened to Damien?

He was still asleep, but I knew his dream wasn't as pretty as an average dream.

I patted on his back again and said, "Damien, get up. I'm sick acting like a mother here."

I winced in response to my own words, my anger got me. He didn't have a mother, he didn't have a father, and I had just said it. I said, "Oh, Jesus. I'm sorry—I didn't mean that. Just, wake up."

He murmured in a muffled voice as he lied down on his face, "Put whatever you've brought here on the bedside table and leave me alone for awhile."

I was reluctant, this wasn't what I had planned before. I agreed to his words and did what he had told me, leaving the room with a quiet creak. I bolted out of the house into the backyard, dialing Kylie's number again.

It was a few rings before she picked up the phone, "Hello?"

"What the heck happened, Kylie?" I asked her in an angered tone.

She let out a sigh and said, "If you're going to talk about that, I'm just going to hang up."

I retorted back in pure fury, "Kylie, you wench! I thought you're smarter than this."

It was a pause and she replied, "Call me a wench or whatever, I know I did wrong but you don't have to make a big fuss out of it."

"Big fuss, my ass." I hissed on the phone. "You don't know what state Damien is in now because of you."

I was totally mad at her, she was being a wretch. She made Damien this way, just because she's a coward and afraid. I couldn't believe she made Damien this way, I didn't want to believe it.

"Whatever it is, he's not going to jump off a cliff." She retorted back in pure hatred and annoyance, I just couldn't believe it.

"What the heck, Kylie?!" I exclaimed back in anger. "He's your best friend, I didn't know what's after. But, he has feelings for you and you don't need to hurt him for him to forget you."

She remained silent, but I could hear her muffled breaths. I said, "I've never wanted to say this, but I'm not on your side now. You're despicable for what you've done."

"Hey, Taylor." She let out in worry, I was not fazed at all.

She was being a b*tch now, I couldn't fathom her doing this to him. She said, "I didn't do much, I just didn't go and see him."

"You're still a wretch, you know he has strong feelings for you. At least, just end the relationship with him. It's even worse to have him clueless and looking for you." I told her firmly, I seemed wise for a second.

I heard her voice getting croaky, "I didn't know that he would act that way, it sounded bad. But, I just didn't meet him."

I let out an exasperated sigh and asked her a very crucial question, "Do you like him or not?"

It was a long pause that was bestowed upon our phone conversation, just accompanied with croaky breaths and inability to speak. She said, "I...don't know, I'm sorry, okay? I'm a bad person. I can't just leave Robert hanging too, he's my first true love."

"But, you just got involved with Damien." I said, I knew what she had meant. But, she didn't have to hurt him. "Make up your mind before things get worse."

She paused for a moment and said, "Then, do this for me. I won't be able to leave NYC for a long time and...please tell him to forget me and move on."

I was helpless, I didn't know what's the right thing to do now. I certainly couldn't keep following my own opinions because I didn't know what the consequences were. I said, "Okay."

"Okay." She repeated my words and hung up the phone with a depressing beep.

I released a deep, shaky sigh. I had never wanted them to end up like this, it was devastating. It was even more devastating for Damien, my life-long best friend. I guess Kylie took it hard too, but I had never understood why they even parted their ways.

***

It was once odd again, I felt like a foreigner amongst this crowd. It was once lonely again, I felt like an outcast amongst this crowd. It was once lifeless again, I wasn't surged with joy at all.

I hadn't talked much to everyone; Asher, Damien, Kylie, Peter, Zeke, and Serena. It was as if I were the only living person on earth, I felt deserted. It was pathetic, it was emotionally frustrating.

I couldn't see Asher a lot, because his parents were still grounding him and despising him. I had to work a lot as a girl, moreover impressing his odd parents. But, I couldn't progress much because of the wedding incident, right?

I wasn't allowed to see Damien, by the orders of Damien himself. He was depressed the whole semester, I hadn't even told him about what Kylie had told me to tell him. It was sad enough to not have my best friends by my side, I shouldn't be too selfish.

Peter was nowhere to be found, he didn't attend classes much. I would see him sometimes, but I knew he was wearing a forced smile.

As for Serena and Zeke, I avoided them like a plague and so did they. I would randomly receive depressed glares from Serena and blank expressions from Zeke. I didn't know why we even shared those glances.

I let out an exasperated sigh as I gazed the surroundings of my dorm. It still felt empty and spacious, but it was flooded with loneliness. It had been a semester already, it was almost time for college to end.

It seemed so soon, it felt as if I had just finished the winter break. But, I was going to finish my college times with depressing final exams.

It had been interesting and conflicted, it was the end.

But, not quite.

I know, I know, this story is getting boring. I was totally out of ideas and I was interested in making other stories. I knew I had to do this, but I'm going to make a sequel to Cinderella Who. It's a Damien and Kylie special, but as always I have to finish this story first.

I apologize for grammatical mistakes and weird concepts, thank you.