-Traiter-
The light shines brightly into my face, not remembering what happened last night I casually get up.
"I think you need a little something to cover that up", a low scratching voice awakes from behind. It took me a moment to hit it through my head about last night.
My head heats up, I search around for a towl in the restroom. Hm? I smile knowing I have an advantage.
I peek my head out. "Soo does this mean we're going out?", I giggle assuming he'll say yes.
"Page, I". He stops himself and starts putting his pants and boxers on.
I put my clothes as well thinking we were going to leave.
"I would love to bu-", his phone rings. He answers it. I try to realize whats happening.
His expression changes to anger, he hangs up aggressively. "So why can't you date me?" I try to topic where we left off but he seemed angered even more. "Look page let's not do this I have to go."He starts scouting for his car keys.
"What why?? " I scouted them too."Just. Im sorry but I think you'll have to find a ride back", I can see that Nathan didn't mean it because of his expression when he said it.
"Okay." I walk to him and grab his hand to open it, I pass him his car keys. "Here, be safe hope everything will be alright", holding back my tears I smile.
He takes his stuff and leaves but before he did he took one last glance and left.
I sit on my bed not knowing who to call. Blurriness takes over if my eye sight. I sniffle, did he just want to fuck me? What did I do? I wonder if it really was for my body.
Doubts rushed through my mind. I put my jacket on, I guees I'll have to hitch hike, wait. I grab my phone off the charger and call Isaiah.
Leading me to voice mail I just gave up on calling him. I put my phone in my pocket. I feel a small paper, huh, I take a look at it and see that It had a number with the name keen on top.
I laugh to myself In a relieved tone. I dial his number. "Hello?" I hear a deep raspy tone,"un hey", I didn't know how to ask. "Ohh paggee" he says excited . "Yeah it's me", I sigh,"well what do you need?" he says assuring, "Well if you have time off your hands can you pick me up?" I say nervously. "Yeah where are you, I don't mind." he sounds happy. I tagged my location for him, "their", I was waiting for a negative response but he ended up agreeing to it. "Just call me when you get here".
We hang up, I started tearing up, I stand up and look at the bed. I felt like throwing up, I feel like I just did a one night stand, I quietly giggle to myself trying to make myself smile.
It's okay...