The Curse of Pepsi Lane [English version of The Witch and the Playboy]

Chapter 42- Friendship Over Matter

ZEUS' POV

The left pocket of my jeans keep vibrating for the past five minutes. I wait for another minute before reaching down to take a peek at the caller's name.

Dammit. It's Jake again. He's been calling for the nth time already and I'm a bundle of nerves. I just don't know what to say to him after what happened last night.

Speaking of it, I literally woke up at the side of the road early this morning—drooling like an idiot— while some familiar faces were trying to wake me up.

This is the worst hangover ever and there's just too much emotion—shame, guilt, to name a few.

I kissed the girl that my best friend has been crazy about and it has been making me feel like shit. I didn't know what had gotten into me. 

I guess I can blame it on the alcohol, right?

Wrong.

I knew exactly what I was doing. I mean, yes, the alcohol must have clouded my mind and influenced me into giving into that girl's beauty.

She looked so beautiful and vulnerable that night, you know...

Wait...did I just imagine her face again? What the hell is happening to me?

The worse part is, Jake is not just my best friend. We're both an only child so we basically treat each other as brothers as well. 

I have always protected him... always gave way for him.

I always thought that I couldn't afford to betray him.

But you already did...

Oh, God...I'm such an idiot.

I met Sierra first and I instantly liked her. It was love at first sight...or so I thought back then. 

It was not long when I realized that Jake wanted her too, so I found myself stepping back. I never dared to pursue her, or even give any hint that I liked her.

Jake treated her differently from the other girls, so I thought she was in good hands...

Until Pepsi Lane came.

Jake became a completely different person, and unlike Marcus who got disappointed with his unexpected transformation because he was not fun anymore, I was actually proud of him.

I'm usually calm whenever I'm drunk, but last night, I became a drama queen, thanks to Sierra. 

She crushed me big time.

She's so selfish and full of herself...

And just like a calm volcano that has been dormant for several years, I finally erupted.

And to make matters worse, I poured everything out to the last person that I ever expected to talk to.

Pepsi Lane.

I could still clearly remember everything that happened that night—literally everything, every detail, and every memory until I passed out.

I'm not the kind of person who would totally blackout after getting drunk and would completely forget everything in the morning. I'm not that weak. My alcohol tolerance is commendable as they say.

But then, I wished I was that weak.

Why?

Because I still can't get the taste and softness of her lips out of my mind.

This is just so wrong on many levels and I have to stop this before it becomes too late.

PEPSI'S POV