One Night Stand - M Shadows

Boyfriend

Fuck fuck fuck fuckk.. 

The morning light has come and kicked my ass (Offspring reference hehe) But that isn't the worst part of waking up today. At first I was confused, and hungover as hell. A few seconds of taking in my surroundings, nearly made me pass out from the pain of both the hangover, as well as the memories of what I just did. 

Memories of the night before flooded into my brain. Memories of having a hard day at work, then going to the bar right after. Meeting this incredibly hot guy. Following him out of the bar. His hands down my pants. Heated make-out sessions in the back seat of a taxi. Being thrown onto his bed and... oh god.. 

I wanted to believe that it was all just a dream. A really vivid dream. But when I looked beside me, I was proven wrong. My limbs were interlocked with his, and I felt his hot breath in my neck. And we're naked. Which only proves that last night was definitely  not a dream. 

I slowly tried to untangle my limbs from his, but he shifted around and yawned. So much for getting out of here. 

"Hey beautiful." he said. I toughed out a smile, and tried to lift his arm over my head, but I was unsuccessful. 

"What's wrong? Why do you want to leave so early?" He asked, gripping onto me tighter. 

"I-I shouldn't be here. Where are my pants?" I looked around and kept trying to push his arm off me. He let go and lifted his arm. I searched the room for my clothes, which I finally spotted. 

"Why can't you stay?" he asked, sitting up and searching for his clothes-which I threw at him. 

"I have to go home." I said. I decided not to give him too many details, because I don't want him feeling as much guilt as I am right now. I just hope he doesn't force an answer out of me. 

"What's at home that's so important you have to go right now? Why can't you just stay for breakfast. If y'know what I mean.." 

I tried to hold back a smile, and I shook my head to stop myself from thinking about what he just said. He snuck up behind me and when I turned around, he was right there. He pushed me against the wall, tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, and whispered in my ear, "Answer my question darling. Why do ya gotta go so soon? What's at home that's so important, hm? Please just stay for one more round." and he nipped at my ear. 

"Matt, I- uh.. I gotta g-go." I stuttered, trying to contain feeling horny and giving into him again. I ducked and ran out under his arm. I rushed out his door and called up a taxi. Once I got in the taxi, I got up the courage to check my phone. Sure enough, I found exactly what I was expecting. 

20 missed calls from David 💜

93 text messages from David 💜

5 text messages from Sis 💕

The texts from my sister confused me. She never texts me, unless.. Ah I know what happened. David probably called her to ask if she knows where I am. 

Fuck fuck fuck.. 

My sister was at the bar last night. I saw her while I was running out with Matt. 

Now I am officially screwed. 

Sis💕: Where the fuck are you Y/n!? 

Sis💕: David asked if I knew, I didn't know what to tell him. 

Sis💕: Who the hell was that guy you were with last night?? 

Sis💕: I didn't tell David about what I saw. But I sure hope you have a reasonable explanation for this. 

Sis💕: If I find out you were fucking that guy.. You're done. Call me. 

Fuck fuck fuck.. I have to call her, now it'll show that I read the texts. 

The phone rang for about two seconds, before I heard her on the other line yell, "HOE!" 

"What?" I said, unable to really say anything else. 

"I saw you with a guy last night. A guy that isn't your boyfriend. I didn't think much about it until you didn't respond to my texts. It's an unspoken law to respond to someone who is asking where you are. Especially at night." 

I was quiet for a few seconds, but I made sure to say something before my silence became too suspicious. "My phone died." 

She started laughing, "Oh my god you're so dumb. You think I would buy that? You may as well have just admitted that you couldn't respond because you had your tongue down this guy's throat. I need to teach you how to at least come up with a creative excuse." 

I saw the taxi driver look at me from the rear-view mirror. I hid my face and started quietly sobbing into the phone. 

"Please don't tell him."