The Outcast

Chapter 24: The Social Ladder

Chapter 24: The Social Ladder

Will Foster

Temptation, lack of willpower and a short skirt had been the three key elements that had brought me to where I was right now. If only I would’ve resisted my urge and ignored her seduction I wouldn’t be laying next to a naked Hazel with a guilty conscience. I’d promised myself I wouldn’t fall into this trap again and yet here I was.

In the past, sleeping with Hazel wouldn’t have bothered me at all because being a player was part of who I was. Everyone knew that including the girl beside me. So then why was this intense feeling of guilt overwhelming my head? Oh yes, because things were different now. I was different or at least I was trying to be and it was all because of Ana. That beautiful, caramel eyed girl who was scared of germs would be the death of me. She was my best friend and the most understanding person I’d ever met. But that was exactly where the problem lied because I didn’t want to be friends anymore. No, I was in need of something more, something Nirvana couldn’t give me because she didn’t reciprocate my feelings.

Perhaps this was the form of karma the universe had chosen for me. So many times I’d slept with girls who wanted a relationship and then completely forgot about them the next day- some of them still even texted me- and now I was the one being rejected. Man my life really sucked right now. My parents were in the middle of a messy divorce, my little brother’s chemotherapies weren’t going well and now the girl I loved didn’t want me. But enough with the pity party. I wasn’t a complete victim. I was, after all, currently in bed with Nirvana’s ex-best friend so maybe it was for the best that she’d rejected me. My brain told me I wasn’t good enough for her and yet my heart was saying f*ck it and go for it!

I knew I should be listening to my brain and leaving Ana alone but I just couldn’t stop myself from thinking about her. And when I imagined her with that River idiot, who thought he was such a cool little hipster with his stupid camera, it just made me want her ten times more. Every jealous bone in my body shuddered at the thought of giving her up to him and yet that annoying voice in my head was telling me he was a better choice for her. But then the mini caveman inside of me banged his club and shouted ‘MINE’. I was fighting an internal battle with my fair side and my selfish side but so far the selfish side had an advantage.

The sleeping beauty stirred beside me and groaned a bit as she stretched and woke up.

“Mm…what time is it?” Hazel mumbled into the pillow. I was suddenly feeling incredibly disgusted with myself. How could I let this happen? Didn’t I have any control at all?

No, apparently Jr. down there has all the control.

“Ten a.m,” I let her know. The morning after a hook- up always sucked. It was like a hangover, getting drunk the night before was epic but then dealing with the consequences such as headaches and nausea were a hell of a price to pay. Especially, when the girl you hooked up with was the clingy type, like Hazel, or even worse when she claimed to have feelings for you.

“Let’s go have breakfast at the diner, yeah?” she offered turning her head to face me. There were dark shadows under her eyes from her mascara and her hair was messily strewn across the pillow. Don’t get me wrong, Hazel had a cute face and an amazingly sexy body but let’s just say she wasn’t the most attractive girl when she first woke up.

“That’s not a good idea,” I told her emotionlessly.

“Why not?” she inquired with an arched eyebrow. Time for the hard part; kicking her out.

“Listen Haze you’re really sexy and you’re great in bed but this was a mistake,” I said in a soft tone of voice.

“That’s not what you were saying last night,” she smirked as she rolled over and laid a hand on my chest. I tried not to shudder in disgust.