Arghhhhhh why did I drink so much last night. My head feels like it's on fire while someone is stabbing me with nails. God what is wrong with me.
I sit up rubbing my eyes and the blanket falls off of my chest and I look down realizing I'm not wearing anything. Then I realize I'm not even in my own apartment. I keep looking around the room and can tell I'm in a guy's apartment.
Oh my god! I slept with some random guy. I'm so stupid, stupid, stupid. How could I be so irresponsible. Omg what if we didn't use a condom!? Granted I'm on birth control but what if he has an STI? Oh my god, what if I have herpes or HIV? God I need to go set an appointment as soon as possible.
Suddenly I hear him toss in his sleep and he groans. I turn to see if I can see his face but stop on his amazingly sculpted back. As I'm looking I see tattoos and on the back of his neck was a flower and a bird of come kind, black and attractive as ever.
As I'm starting to get up very slowly so I don't wake him, I wrap the comforter around my top and start scoping for my clothes. I find my underwear and skirt in two different areas and find my shirt on his side. I have no idea where my jacket is but hopefully whoever this guy is will just contact me about it because my name and number is in the jacket thing.
Don't judge me for being responsible, that jacket was like 200 bucks.
I grab my phone and put my hair in a messy bun as I start speed walking to the stairs. Then I start to think it would be rude of me to not leave him at least a glass of water and a note.
I look for his kitchen and start opening cabinets looking for a glass and fill it with ice water. I then go to the fridge and get a sticky note off of it writing a simple note.
Dear Mystery Man,
It's Sy, girl from last night. Anyways just left you some water. Hope you have a good day doing whatever.
-Sy
P.S. if you happen to come across my black leather jacket, please contact me.
With that I left in a hurry to my apartment. Once I got inside I got straight in the shower, I washed my short brown curly hair and washed my entire body. I looked down at my left shoulder and saw a small hickey and I just about died. Once I got out the shower I looked at the time and realized I was going to be late for lunch with my friends.
Pulling into Live Café's parking lot I see Tatum and Brooks already at a table. I walk over and sit down.
"Sorry for being late, I- uh- over slept." I lied.
"It's fine, we were waiting for you to order." Brooks says.
We ordered our food and chatted for awhile laughing and stuff. Then Brooks excused himself to use the bathroom.
"So, why were you actually late?" Tatum asks with a smirk. Damn she knows me too well.
"I told you I over slept." I lie again.
"And I don't believe you." She remarked.
"Fine I'll tell you," I start. "Remember how you guys left last night and I was at the club by myself" I ask and she nods for me to continue. "Well, I guess I left with some guy and we hooked up at his place, so this morning I had to come home shower and get ready to come hangout with you guys." I said in one breath. Tatum got this slight grin on her face as if she was going to burst with excitement.
"You got laid!?" She yells. I cover her mouth and tell her to shush.
"Jeez, Tay I don't think the people of Transylvania heard you." I sass her.
"So what's the guy like is he hot?" She begins to question.
"Hot is understatement." I replied. Just then Brooks comes back and we drop the conversation.
Buzz Buzz
I check my phone to see who texted me.
Unknown: Hey is this Sy? I have your jacket.
Me: YAY!!! Thanks for finding it :)
Unknown: Of course love, it was no trouble. And thank you for the water.
Me: No problem. So when do you think I'll get it back?
Unknown: I'm leaving out of town for business but I will be back by Monday or Tuesday.
Me: Great Tuesday it is! See ya soon. ;)
With that I just left the messages and continue on with my food. Once we finished we left and went home.
After I got home I put on my red and black pajama bottoms and my SCU crew neck. I put my hair in a low-high ponytail.
I sit on my right leg eating sweet tart ropes and turning on Scream.
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