"Ugh... What the hell happened last night..?" I complain, rubbing my head. I feel something, or rather someone move on my bed. Wait. This isn't my bed... I don't have white sheets- Shit. Did I sleep with someone? I slap whoever this stranger is to wake them.
"What the fuck?" The man looks over, holding his face where I slapped him. "What the hell is wrong with you?" He looks at me, trying to regain his vision. Well, shit. It's my fucking enemy.
"Why the fuck am I in your bed, why am I sleeping in the same bed as you, and why am I in your house for fucks sake!" I yell, getting out of bed. I notice I'm wearing one of the shirts you always wore. It's the one he was wearing last night.
I'm starting to remember now. "I don't fucking know! Why are you wearing my favourite shirt?" He yells back, snapping me out of my gaze. "Listen- I know this might sound crazy, but I think we might have slept together-" I get cut off by him yelling, "WHAT THE FUCK!?"
"I don't know how else to explain this shit! Do you?" I yell back. "Well, that could be the case. And I wouldn't be mad, 'cause look at how sexy you look in just my-" This time I cut him off, "I'm wearing underwear idiot! And shut the fuck up! I have a piercing headache."
That's when I remember more of what happened last night.
Flashback to last night
I call my best friend. "Hello?" She answers. "I fucking hate him.." I sniffle. "Shit- What did fuck face do this time?" She tries to joke, making me feel a bit better. "He's fucking cheating with my sister of all people. Why does it have to be her? I fucking hate him."
"Again?" She replies. "What? W- What do you mean 'again?'. Do you mean to tell me it's not the first time?" I scream into the phone. "I tried to tell you he had a rep of being a player. You told me you could change him. Now look at what happened. You're here, on the phone with me listening to the same bullshit story I've told other girls whom he's played."
Now I hate him even more. "You know what? Let's gather up our girls and take them to the club. You deserve it for getting cheated on with fuck face. I'll be over in five with our girlies."
Five minutes later, she's not here. I'm about to call her when I hear a knock at my door. I get up and open it to find my best friend and about ten other girlies we both know at my door. "Come in! Come in!" I smile for the first time in about ten minutes. I know, not that long. But you can't blame me, it felt like forever.
They all instantly started bombarding me with questions. "What did he do this time?" "Who did he cheat with?" "Are you going to stay with him?"
"Alright girls, let's stop with all the questions. He cheated with her sister, and no she isn't going to stay with fuck face." My best friend answered some questions and told them to save it for the apologies. "Thanks. Now girlies, I see you all dressed but our host, so let us get her dressed in the most sexiest thing we can find in her closet to make sure all the guys know what hottie they could have!" My best friend yelled out as all of us started cheering.
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Time skip (At the bar)
"What can I get all you fine ladies this fine night?" A bartender smirked, looking at what I was wearing. I blushed as I giggled a bit. "We'll get 12 shots of the strongest tequila you have please!" I yell over the blaring music that was playing. "All right babe, is that all for ya?" I nod in response. "That'll be $24 babe. A nice outfit you've got on there sweetheart." He grazes his hand down my arm when grabbing the cash from my hand.
"Have a good time ladies. Especially you with the heart tattoo, you'll have guys drooling all over ya." He winks at me and my face goes red with embarrassment. We grab our drinks and find a table to stay at for the time being. "That guy was totally drooling all over you girl! He was fine as hell too! You should go get his number!" One of the girls squealed. "No need to come over, I'm already here. Would you like a dance, sweetheart?" He puts his hand out in front of me and I grab it. I look back and smile at the girls who all have their thumbs up with encouragement.
When we got to the floor, a slow dance song started playing. "Perfect timing I guess." He smiles and kisses my hand. He puts one hand on mine and the other on my waist. I put my hand on his and the other on his shoulder. We start moving to the beat of the music as I rest my head on his chest. "I'm glad I got this first dance with you m'lady."
I giggle at his remark, his Australian accent was soothing after my ex's harsh one. We make small talk as we dance. His name is Jack, he came from Australia 2 years ago when he was 20, and he's had a similar relationship experience to mine. As the song came to an end, we parted. "That was the best dance I've had for a while. I loved it."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it because I'm about to ask you on a date. If you'd like to go with me?" He asked as I looked down at one of the few rings on my fingers. "I'd love to." I walked back to my friends who looked happy for me. "So... How'd the dance go with Loverboy over there?" One of them asked, holding my hands. "His name is Jack, and he asked me on a date."
The girls screamed with joy while I looked over and saw him talking to one of the other bartenders. I notice something about the other bartender he's talking to though. Is that the asshole I used to date in high school? The one who broke my heart and cheated with my best friend at the time? The one who I stayed with because I still loved him? He looked over and saw my face. His smile instantly turned to a frown.
My best friend must have seen him too because of her reaction, "I'll take care of him. No need to worry girls. I've got this." She cracks her fingers. "No! Don't do that. I can go talk to him like a mature adult." I smile and put her fist down. I confidently walk over to them. "Hey sweet-" Jack gets cut off by my ex. "Well, well, well. Look who we have here. The one who stayed with me like a baby because she still 'loved me'!" He jokes.
"Don't even start asshole. I will not hesitate to kick your sorry ass. Now you're going to come over here with me and have a little 'chit-chat' really quick. Grab a bottle of vodka with you." He grabbed the bottle as I pulled his ear over to one of the bedrooms in the VIP section.
"Now you and me. Why the fuck are you here, flirting with my best friend who just got cheated on by his ex-girlfriend?" He yells, taking a shot glass and filling it full. He moves the glass over to me and gestures for me to drink it. "Excuse you? But he was the one who was all over me! Why the fuck would he be calling me sweetheart if that wasn't the case?" I gulp it down, slamming the glass on the table waiting for a refill.
The liquid burned, but I didn't care. All I cared about was this fucker. "I heard a different story. And he calls everyone he serves sweetheart and dances with them to make them feel special. He asked you on a date because of that sob story of yours by the way." We swallow the drink at the same time.
"Go fuck yourself!" I yell. "No, you go fuck yourself!" He threatens back. "You know what? Instead of going back and forth yelling 'go fuck yourself' why don't you go and fuck me instead? I'm too drunk for this shit anyway!" I screamed as he shoved me onto the bed.
"I fucking would, but they don't bother to clean these damn sheets. I'd rather see your sweaty face on my bed with my beautiful art all over your beautiful skin." He screams back. We lock lips as he shoves his tongue into my mouth exploring all the places he's missed so much.
End of flashback
"Holy shit..." I say quietly. We probably did fuck. Who the fuck cares about that right now. All I care about is what I last remember him saying to me. That was the hottest thing he's ever said to me. "Well? What happened?" He asked as I sat back down on the bed.
"We probably had sex. Without protection. And you say the craziest shit while your drunk. Safe to say I'm never drinking tequila ever again."
