"It's Magic, Squidward!"
"Can you make yourself disappear SpongeBob?"
"Silly Squidward..."
The TV was on full blast, unfortunately disrupting my sleep. "Shut the fucking TV off." I mumbled from the warmth of the sheets. My bed was feeling softer than usual, warmer than usual. I sprawled myself on the warm covers and my hand came into contact with human flesh which I knew wasn't my own. Being the safety maniac I am, I screamed "Stranger Danger! Stranger Danger!" from the top of my lungs and gracefully tumbled onto the floor. The response to my screaming was a disrespectful "Shut the fuck up Brittany"
Waitttt......
Brittany?
Brittany??
Brittany?!?!
What the fuck, my name is Clara.
As I tried to get up I tripped on the bed sheets which had gone down with me. Finally, on the umpteenth time I managed to get up from the floor and found myself face to face with a gorgeous model. I finally managed to snap myself out of my trance to ask him "Who are you?"
He looked back at me with confused eyes and then placed a mischievous smile onto his lips and said "So, the nerd speaks."
"Correct yourself Mister Whatever Your Name Is, because I don't see nerd placed onto my forehead. For all you know I could be stupid."
He held onto his chest in mock pain as he replied with a smart-ass comeback "My dearest nerd person, I'm very hurt by those very painful words. But, if you may excuse me, my clothes are over there on the far end of the room and I've got practice to get to."
I turned crimson red as I realized that my clothes were on the far end of the room too, and I was just standing there naked.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." I whispered as I realized that in all the commotion I hadn't felt the soreness that was hitting me like a mother-fucking train.
Realizing the situation at hand I quickly bolted to the other end of the room and desperately put on my clothes, not even looking for a bathroom.
As I finished, I tried to remember what had happened the other night, trying to piece everything together....
1.) Clothes off; check
2.) Lying in bed; check
3.) Opened condom package on dresser; check
4.) Soreness; check
Final Conclusion: I slept with a hot guy who I don't know anything about.
Damn. I knew I wanted to do something bold and epic before senior year started but...nothing like this. Just in case, I stood over the guy who was lying on the bed, taking in a deep breath as I struggled to ask the embarrassing question.
Mental Debate:
Clara, you need to know, stop being so fucking embarrassed.
Clara, what if he makes fun of you?
Clara, you need to find out.
What if he has HIV or AIDS or some.....
rare, awful penis disease.
I finally managed to ask him "Did we have sex?"
"Well, nerd I bet you've already analyzed everything so what do you think?"
"Smart-ass, do you remember anything?"
"You tell me."
"Would I be asking you if I remembered?"
"I feel like I'm in court right now."
"I'll be sure to sentence you for rape if you don't answer my questions."
At that he chuckled, and said "Yes ma'am."
"Who are you?"
"Just an insanely gorgeous boy."
"Why did you have... sex with me?"
"I don't know."
"You should know, it's not like I would have sex with someone like you."
"An insanely gorgeous boy? I'm offended."
"No, a stranger."
"Aha, so I am insanely gorgeous. Thank you for confirming what I already know."
"Whatever, why don't you remember anything?"
"I guess the pounding in my head should be of help with that. I was drunk."
"Fuck, what's your name?"
"It's Braydon. Now, if you wouldn't mind I still have practice to get to."
With that Braydon was gone in a flash, doing everything in perfect order before I could even tell him my name.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Glasses
Romantizm"I think I fell," his beautiful lips mouthed as he leaned in closer to me, his breath dancing with the aromatic air. "Fell where?" I said as I quickly skimmed his profile for any indications of scratches or bumps. "Fell right here. For you." And th...
