The music was heavy and shitty. I just needed to get out of here. I was sitting at the bar, my fifth glass of vodka in the hands.
" You look bored," a guy next to me spoke. He was around my age, blond hair in a quiff and dressed in all black.
" You guessed right," I finally respond.
" Do you want to go somewhere else ?" He asked and my first reaction was to say no of course, but I knew something if this guy tried anything with me that wouldn't let him very happy. So I finally decided to say yes, maybe it was the small amount of alcohol in my veins, or because I was upset that I could not even distract myself that even a stranger noticed it.
"I'm Luke by the way," he spoke, once we reached my front door. I decided to go to my place, because I'm still not sure of what his intentions are.
After my first steps in the flat, his lips were glued to mine and to my neck. Well, now I guess what his intentions are. He seemed a like a nice boy. I'm sorry for him.
-next morning-
I woke up to the sound of Luke making breakfast and I was really surprised. What the hell ? He invited himself in my kitchen and dare to touch my food ? Well maybe now I don't regret having sex with him. But I know that he will. So I don't say anything, I'm just looking at him.
If only this poor boy knew I have AIDS, that I have change his life forever.
THE END
