Maybe this was my sixth, maybe my tenth. Hell, it could even be my fiftieth. But hey, I was feeling great.
All my friends and I were at Violet's party. She had made this party way more extravagant than the rest of them. I was sitting beside Ant; we had really hit it off. I hadn't been too keen on him when he first started hanging out with the group, even though we'd been playing on the same team together for years. I suppose I'm cautious about letting new people into our friendship group, as I like it the way it is. The rest of my friends were somewhere. I could just manage to make out Dylan's figure behind the large crowd of people.
"Man, she's so hot." Said Ant, pointing at one of Violet's minions, Callie or Electra.
"Just go over to her," I told him.
"I'm not so sure."
"Do you want her or not? She's a good fuck, I would know." I said.
"Riiiight," He dragged out the word. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything about me sleeping with her. He had a pissed off look on his face.
"Come on, man. Go speak to her."
"Okay, I'll go over." He said with a somewhat nervous tone and sheepish grin.
"Tell me how it goes, yeah?" I said, which he nodded back.
I gave him a 'thumbs up' and an encouraging smile as he sauntered off into the crowd to go get her.
I needed to find a girl now.
That mission was a success. About twenty minutes later, I had a pretty auburn haired girl with long legs wrapped around my waist. Hopefully she would give me just what I needed: a good distraction.
We were both currently in a bedroom that I knew wasn't Violet's. Who's bedroom it was, is a mystery to me. Maybe an older sibling?
"What's your name?" I asked her.
"Gianna," She breathes.
I've vaguely heard of her before, she wasn't that well-known. Gianna seemed reserved- probably not a social butterfly. She was absolutely gorgeous, I'll give her that. "Ah, I've heard of you."
"Oh, really? Someone as popular as you has heard of me? And now you are making out with me, would that ruin your reputation?" A series of inquiries leave her mouth, that is covered in plum coloured lipstick. It was bold choice of lip color that was somehow flattering on her, I just hoped that shit doesn't get on me.
"It doesn't matter. Surely you heard that this is what I do?" I say, "So don't go expecting any relationships out of this."
She let out a melodic laugh. "Don't get ahead of yourself, assuming that I'd even want a relationship. All I want, right now, is to get laid. If you're up for it?"
"I'm definitely up for it." I smirked, then started trailing kisses down the side of her neck.
Then we were naked. Needless to say, I'm sure it was obvious what happened next.
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What was worse than waking up to find that you're hungover? Waking up to find that you've got a hangover and you're not even in your own home.
I got drunk, but clearly not that drunk since I'm able to recall last night's events. The party was good, the sex wasn't. It was absolute shit. I needed to remember Gianna, and remind myself she was no good. Or maybe it was bad because I wasn't feeling it last night at all. The more articles of clothing that came off between Gianna and me, the less interested I became. I thought alcohol and sex was something I wanted last night, but it was all underwhelming.
I stumbled out of the twin size bed and quietly crept my way over to the door. I turned back to see Gianna snuggled in the blanket, still sleeping. Now for the walk of shame, that I'd sadly gotten used to.
When I got downstairs, I was surprised to see the house was practically clean. There were some other people sprawled over the couch and on the floor.
"Morning, Cole," Violet said as she entered the living room from the kitchen. She held a plastic bag filled with used red plastic cups and other rubbish.
"Oh, hi." I spun around to face her.
"I have to wash was my brother's sheets because of you. I wouldn't want him to come home to see that some strangers have made a mess on his bed." She said casually.
"Well, I used a condom. There isn't any evidence on his actual bed, it's in his bin," I smirked.
"You lay it on think with the cologne sometimes, Cole. Must mess with your head. I don't need him smelling his sheets and realising someone else has been in his bed," she mentioned.
I shrugged, not really caring.
"So, you and Gianna, huh?" She said, "Who would've thought she would slut it up with you."
"She's not a slut, though." My attempt to try and defend Gianna.
"Not?" Violet scoffed, "Everyone who gets with you is."
"So I guess you are too then."
"Never said I wasn't."
Her passive-aggressiveness was to be expected. She wasn't happy that I hooked up with someone other than her. One minute she could be sweet and pining after me, the next, she was a downright bitch. I briefly wondered how I ever ended up sleeping with her and why I even bother to give her the time of day. This girl was nothing but a nuisance.
I said, "Well, I'm gonna leave now."
"And what about Gianna? You're just gonna leave her lying in my brother's bed?" She said.
"You were the host of the party last night." I gave her a fake smile. "Gotta take care of your guests." Was the last thing I said before I closed the door to leave.
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It was only Saturday afternoon and I was still out of whack from the party.
Mycah and Dylan burst through the door without knocking.
"Ah, and he's still alive!" Dylan exclaimed.
I groaned, "How are you out and about? You were just as smashed as I was."
"You're such a lightweight, man," He said, which was false information.
"I am not a lightweight," I grumbled.
"Did you take any aspirin?" He asked.
"Yeah."
"How was the party? Saw you with that quiet chic." Mycah spoke up.
"Was she any good, by the way?" Dylan asked, knowing all too well that I slept with someone last night. I refused give any input about Gianna's skill level in the bedroom. Dylan didn't need to know.
Mycah let out a half disgusted grunt at our conversation. He never understood why we fooled around with all the girls so much. He definitely wasn't a virgin, though.
"Why can't you guys just find a girlfriend to settle down with?" He asked.
"Well, it's not like you've got a girlfriend to settle down with," Dylan said.
"Settle down? We are eighteen. Who are you? Isaac?" I said.
A little glare followed by a chuckle was the reply from Mycah.
I turned to Dylan, "She's alright, not that experienced from what I could tell. Then again I was kinda lousy on my part. I just couldn't get into it."
"Wonder why?" Mycah said.
-
After the boys left I went up to my room.
I liked when they were around, just us three. It wasn't crowded but I didn't feel lonely. Sometimes it was too loud and annoying them with the rest of the group over.
I looked over to my bedside table to see a picture framed with me and my arms around someone.
That person is gone now. It's all my fault too.
I needed to get these thoughts out of my head. But I can't drink this time to do it. I did that way too often.
I sigh in annoyance.
I think of Mycah and his little brother. They had such a good bond, they were always happy together.
I envied it.
I've only heard Myles laugh a few times. When he does it's because of Mycah. His laugh is rhythmic. That first time I heard it I remember snapping my head to the side to look at him, and felt my heart jump a little.
He was really cute.
I groaned when I remembered what I did. He must hate me now. What was I thinking? I kissed a boy. I wasn't even disgusted. Like honestly, I can't believe it. And I initiated it!
I thought back to the scared and pained look on his face. He was so easily frightened.
If Mycah found out, he'd kill me.
It bothered me, though. The way I had left things with Myles. I shouldn't have punched him and left him. Hell, I shouldn't have... kissed him. I needed to apologise and then I can just ignore him.
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Update:
This chapter was heavily edited in one part. In fact, I changed a whole scene that I was not happy with and neither were other readers.
Finally up to double digits as far as chapters go. I would really appreciate if you guys, would vote, comment and all that, it will help give me an insight on how I'm doing, Thanks.