I am sorry to say I didn’t know her name
The fact the last 6 hours are a haze
Piecing together the fragments of a frame
why my motorskills are out of face
I feel like I’ve woken in a maze
Though we’ve never met before
baby I am sure
It was just one of those things
Just one of those crazy flings
One of those bells that now and then rings
It was one of those things
It was just one of those nights
Just one of those fabulous flights
A trip to the moon on gossamer wings
It was one of those things
If we’d thought a bit about the end of it
When we started jumpin’ town
We’d have been aware that our love affair
Was too hot not to cool down
So good-bye, good-bye and amen
Here’s hopin’ we’ll meet now and then
It was great fun
But it was just one of those things (one of those things)
He somehow dragged himself to economics class despite the massive hangover that felt like bricks constantly being thrown at his head. While shuffling towards the lecture theatre, he suddenly tripped over someone’s foot and when he looked up from the ground, he saw three huge guys hovering above him looking mighty pissed.
“Sorry bros…sorry, haven’t wake up yet,” he mumbled.
The biggest guy kicked him in the gut.
“It’s not me you should be saying sorry to, asshole. It’s my sister.”
He gave a bleary blank look.
“Urm, sorry ah bro, but who’s your sister?”
This time, all three guys kicked him around as he writhed on the floor.
“You’re a real fucker you know that? We’re bringing you to Shereen now and you better grovel and kiss her feet if you still want your pretty boy-boy face intact.”
Shereen? That name drew a blank. He’d been too swamped with assignments these past few months to have the time to socialise with the opposite sex. Wait. Last night. What happened last night?
Party. Beer. Shots. Smoke. Dark. Dancing. Who did I dance with? How did I end up outside my dorm room this morning?
“Look, I got pretty sloshed last night. If there’s anything I’ve done to your sister, it’s all a big misunderstanding. I have a class now but I can settle all this later…”
The biggest guy grabbed him by his shirt. “Man up, wuss. Sherry is expecting you.”
The three big guys shoved him towards the cafeteria.
There, a pale, bespectacled girl with red, swollen eyes sat, with crumpled tissue all over the table.
“Mei, there’s the guy you took that selfie with. You make sure he apologises to you ok?” the biggest guy said in a disconcertingly gentle manner.
The three guys proceeded to sit several tables away, but their eyes were fixed on him.
“Greg, sorry, my brother and his buddies can get pretty protective over me.”
He stared at her, hoping something would click, but nothing did.
“Urm, Shereen, I’m sorry, I got really drunk last night and I don’t remember anything. Did I do anything to offend you? I’m so so sorry if I did and I’ll do whatever I can to make it up to you…”
She raised a hand to stop me. “It’s ok, Greg, I know your heart is with another.”
“You called out her name, Sheryl, while we were, you know…outside your dorm room…”
He slapped his forehead several times hoping to reboot his brain. Still nothing.
“I don’t know any Sheryl, Shereen.”
She started sniffling. “You really don’t remember anything last night? You came up to me and told me I was the most beautiful girl at the party. We danced the whole night together. You told me I was the one you’ve always wanted to spend the rest of your life with and then we went back to your dorm room together. Then you called for Sheryl. And that’s when I realised you were drunk and I left you there. But it was so humiliating, I couldn’t stop crying and so I went over to my brother’s frat house after that…”
He sighed. Lothario Greg had emerged again.
“Shereen, I’m so sorry. I can’t hold my liquor well and after a few drinks, I usually get a blackout. I was really wound up with schoolwork and exams, and I guess I got a little too carried away with trying to wind down with jello shots.”
This explanation only seemed to make her cry more. Her brother and big buddies were coming over to their table with daggers in their eyes.
“Hey Shereen, Shereen? Look at me, please. It’s not as bad as you think. You know, my friends tell me that besides being being really bold with women when I’m dead drunk, I also slur my words a lot. So you know, I think the drunk me was totally into you. I was probably going like ‘Sherrrr” or something and it came out as ‘Sheryl’? That is probably exactly what happened. And yes! Now that I think about it, my friends tell me that I usually only just hit on ONE girl when I’m in blackout zone. I’m a very faithful Romeo apparently. And so Shereen, it was you. It was really just only you.”
She wiped tears streaming down her face but he saw her lips curl slightly upwards. He was saved.