Pounding on the door.
"Wit, are you in there?" Mo yelled from the other side of the door the sound made me shoot upward, he sounds worried and nervous.
"Shit..." hissing and rubbing my lower back. The stabbing pain shot through my body and down my legs, gulping nervously lifting the blanket to find.
"Shyiaaa..." My shocked expression causes my bed partner to moan rolling over.
"FUCK! I'm naked," wrapping the sheet around my body, ignoring the pain I walked to the door, stumbling a few times before I got there my legs felt wobbly and boneless.
"WIT!" Mo pound harder on the door, I realized why he sounded so stressed.
"YEA, YEA" snapping as I opened the door, his face went from worried to shocked instantly.
"Christ, what happened to you?" he grabbed my shoulders only to send shooting pain through my legs hissing as I held on to the door for stability, my legs wobbled for a minute before I could straighten up again.
Damn my back hurt so bad I got that drunk.
"Nothing," stuttering nervously, my memory was gone, there was no telling what the hell happened.
"Dude, don't say nothing, look," he held up his phone to the camera.
"SHIT~~~" my hair was standing up in every direction, I had a hickey on my cheek and down my neck, Looking at Mo, who now had a shit-eating grin, rolling my eyes at him.
"BOY~~~" he laughed while pushing by me.
"No, Mo, where are you going?" I couldn't even chase him.
"Dude, I need to meet the lady that took my man's virginity,
Whoo lady put something on, I'm coming to shake your hand."
"Mo no, don't go in there," I limped to my room getting to the door, Bash was standing with everything hanging, tattoos, clothes, and glory.
"Mo..." he turned to me wide-eyed.
I could feel the tension in the air, Bash dressed quickly looking at me while the silence filled the air.
"To think you're my best friend and you couldn't tell me," Mo snapped, rushing by me, his shoulder collided with mine knocking me to the floor.
"Fuck," hissing at the impact, the floor hit harder than Bash, holding my back trying to stand.
"Wit, are you OK?" Bash said, holding out his hand to help me, I smacked him away.
"Get out!" tears ran down my face, not just from the pain, but from the fact that I had just made the biggest mistake of my life. Between the rush of memories and what Mo said, I almost instantly regretted ever meeting Bash.
"No, Wit last night..."
"Yea, I know, look at me, I can't believe I'm that stupid, look at the mess I've caused. Please leave," A frenzy of unneeded words shot out of my mouth.
"I left my number on the bed, see you at school" he snapped walking past me, I heard the door slam shut.
"FUCK~~~~" the outburst was just the beginning of a very long list of things I would go through.
Crying like a little baby, I hate pain and anything that comes with it, beyond me how I got fifteen piercings and can't handle sex.
Trying to relax in a nice warm bath to soak my sore body, looking around the bathroom thinking of last night, the things I did, I said.
Shaking off the thoughts of me sucking his dick, touching my swollen lips, tracing down to the hickeys on my neck dark bruise-like colors, running my hand further to my aching hole.
"How long would it take to recover, never going to do that again," I said to myself as I pulled my legs into my chest.
"Wit, where are you?" Jerry yelled from the door.
"Bathroom," embarrassed enough, but what was one more nosy person asking questions. He didn't think he just stood in the doorway.
"What?" I didn't really have a reason to snap at him, I just felt horrible, and confused.
"Are you okay?" he just said the words without sarcasm.
"Let me guess Mo ran his mouth," sitting upward with anger, this was exactly why I didn't tell Mo anything.
"I don't care what you are, I Just want to know if you are okay?" He walked over to me, placing his hand on my shoulder, so sincere and nurturing.
"No... I don't know what to do," sobbing again and not even sure why?
"Come on, I'll help you today," he said, helping me out of the tub.
"Thank you," sniffing as I dried my hair, getting dressed.
"What do you want to eat?" he tried to hide the smile as I struggled to sit on the stool.
"Nothing," holding my hands in my lap, my emotions were all over the place right now, seeing Bash's face change from happy to hurt when he left, or even his smile, not to mention his body, tattoos, piercings, muscles... Shaking my head at the thought Oh God... I scolded myself.
"Look you can't wobble around depressed because your friend thought you lied to him, you just need to call him here and explain it to him, it's not a crime to be curious and it sure as hell isn't a crime to actually be gay dude."
"But I'm not fucking..." I stopped myself from saying it, I clearly was after what happened, I think!
"Gay, I have no idea what I am right now," nervously saying trying to hide from the world if I could, it was starting to get on my nerves, and sadly enough it was kind of true.
"Sure, but..." he looked down trying to find the right words to say without pissing me off.
"You never looked at a woman the way you eyed Bash last night," if he were recording my reaction (priceless), he busted out laughing.
"Wait you saw us leaving, why didn't you stop me?"
"I honestly didn't think you would do anything, and Bash isn't the type of guy that does one-night stands," he sat a cut-up apple in front of me with water and pain medicine.
"Eat, I'll be back in one hour," nodding as he left.
Sitting there letting the remainder of the night soak into my brain, smiling because I actually had sex and weirdly enough, I did in fact enjoy it, only if it didn't come with this amount of pain. Rubbing my hand over the hickeys on my neck smiling at the memory of Bash's soft, full lips.
His kisses were just the beginning, those hands holding me in place or even how his strong legs held me down while his tongue traced my body.
My hand shot to my lips running a finger across them, I could still remember his taste.
"Wit..." startled by the sound of the door closing.
"Huh, oh Hi" blushing as I had just got caught jacking off.
"Okay, now that we are all here, let's clear the air." Jerry stood next to Mo.
"No," he snapped, turning to the door.
"Mo, it's not what you think, I'm..." I turned in the stool, looking at him. I needed to clear it up with him, at least Jerry got the message.
"A fag! Yup got it," He scolds
"What the fuck is your problem?" saying as I hopped off the stool pulling him to look at me.
"You should've told me," I'd only once seen the hurt in his eyes.
"Why? So, you could run your mouth about it,"
"You know I'm not as bad as you think," it was true he did do good sometimes.
"For your information, I'm not gay, I just so happen to do exactly what you two have done a million times, I had a one night stand, it just happened to be with a man and not a girl, what's the big deal?" I crossed my arms, shaking my head at him, he blew this way out of proportion.
"Man, you're never going to fuck a girl if you keep looking like one," and there is was again the one thing Jerry and Mo got away with, calling me a girl because I have long blonde hair and blue eyes, no amount of hair dye or contacts will change that.
"Fuck off," with that he hugged me laughing.
"So how does your ass feel?"
"Fuck you, asshole." Smiling, we ended up watching movies for the rest of the day eating take out and chatting about everything and of course, Bash came up in the conversation a few times.
"So, to be honest did you enjoy it?" Mo asked me to nearly choke on my dinner.
"MO," Jerry snapped, smacking him on the back of his head, holding back a giggle.
"No, it's fine, and umm I don't know," I was completely honest, I did and didn't enjoy it.
I still didn't know what to do about him, seeing them off for the night I laid down ready to call it a night, throwing my hands behind my head, the pain was now nearly gone and for one weird reason, I found myself thinking about Bash again and this time I focused on sucking him, shaking off the thoughts again turning overseeing Bash's watch laying on the side he slept on.
Sitting up holding it in my hands, a leather band with a silver time dial turning it overseeing it had an engraving, 'Sebastián Curtter Sr.
"Shit!" rushing around to find his number finding it on the floor.
Rolling my eyes as I dialed the number cursing myself, I didn't know what to say.
'Hello,' clicking his voice alone sent my body into a frenzy, the husky sound of his near-perfect accent. I knew he was foreign from the first day of school.
His family was from Thailand, but he was born here. Looking down at my phone a text on the screen.
'Are you okay? B'
'Yea, Ummm you left your watch here, sorry'
'Ok, meet me in the entrance hall tomorrow'
'Okay, night,'
'hold on, can we talk?'
'Tomorrow!' I already knew what he wanted to talk about, and right now I'm not sure I can do that type of talk.
Tossing and turning all night drove me insane to think I was seeing him again, I needed to keep my cool.
Wearing my normal skinny jeans and oversize shirt, pulling my hair back into a hair tie, trading my studs for hoops on my lips and eyebrow.
Sighing deeply this was it, going to chat with the man that sends chills down my body and this weird butterfly feeling in my belly.