Angelica, a tattooed woman who keeps her emotions and depressing past to herself, and Vinnie, the guy who recently got cheated on by his Ex-Girlfriend - both meet one night. Angelica drinks her night away and wakes up in his bed.
She leaves the nex...
I began panicking, looking for my clothes while trying to reminisce. I couldn't find my dress, but I did see an unused green shirt laying at the edge of the bed so innocently.
By instinct, I threw the shirt on and heard a TV at medium volume. Curious, I crept into the open space of the luxurious apartment and looked for the guy. His name is on the tip of my head...Vick...Buckie? Vickie?
Finally, I spotted him in his baggy basketball shirt, sitting on the couch scrolling on his phone. Once he noticed me creeping, he put his phone down and began to stand up. When he did, air flowed and reminded me that I had no pants on.
I covered my underwear's with my hands creating an X before he could even look down there.
"God damn, I'm not a pervert." He rolled his eyes in disgust. Next, he walked past me and began to pour cereal.
"So you're not gonna tell me anything? Did you...take advantage of me while I was drunk? Or did you-"
Thoughts flood my head and I began to panic badly. His face twisted and he started to walk towards me. Instantly, I backed up but ended hitting my back against a wall.
"I didn't do any of that, if you'd let me explain after my cereal, then maybe you'd understand." He replied like a jackass, looking at me sideways and stepping off of me. His cat observed me from a distance, trying to figure me out. Their tails lifted vertically, high in the sir. As if they were curious about me.
If i had sex with this guy I can't even remember it and I STILL regret it. He's so harsh for no reason. Never judge a book by it's cover for sure.
wait...
"OMGSH DID I LEAVE CARMA?" I blurted out, ignoring his previous response. The cat got frightened from my outburst and quickly fled. I began panicking badly and fidgeting with my nails while pacing back and forth in front of him.
"For fucks sake. We flirted at the bar, you said let's take it to my place but when we did I noticed you were a drunk mess. I let you sleep in my bed. I don't know about a Carma." He argued at me, annoyed with my crap.
"Then...WHY DID I WAKE UP IN ONLY MY UNDERCLOTHES?" I yelled at him, still arguing back with the jackass.
"I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU DID IT, YOU JUST TOOK THEM OFF YOURSELF." He yelled back matching my volume and tone.
"oh." I sigh in relief.
He continued to make his cereal and sit on the couch, watching the television. I ran back into his room looking for my phone, but that was when I noticed something.
The view outside his window looked familiar. It looked like the view from my apartment. The landscape was so similar and-
"HEY MEAN GUY, WHAT'S THE APARTMENT BUILDING NAME?" I yelled out to him from the room.
Finally, I found my phone on the floor and when I looked at my notifications I knew I was in deep shit.
"MERLOT APARTMENTS?" He shouted from the living room.
And that's when I found out that this douch lived in the same apartment building as me. "Shit-shit-shit," I whispered under my breath texting Carma back. So much going on at once,
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"ARE YOU OKAY?"
"WHY'S YOUR LOCATION OFF?"
"ANGELICA ARMANI BROWN, YOU BETTER BE OKAY!"
"YOU TOLD ME YOU WERE GOING TO THE HOTTIES HOUSE AND THAT YOU WOULD TEXT ME WHEN YOU GOT THERE."
"BUT BITCH, YOU NEVER DID."
"I HAD TO PAUSE MY FUN, SOBER UP, AND DRIVE HOME BECAUSE THE PERSON THAT SAID THEY WOULDN'T GET TOO DRUNK AND WOULD DRIVE HOME, WENT HOME WITH A GUY."
"SO I HOPE YOU'RE SAFE. 🙄."
--Today, 10:05--
"Omgsh, I'm so sorry. I just woke up and yes I'm safe. I'll explain later."
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I turned my phone off and prepared myself to get to my apartment. The shirt was XL enough for me to run to my door and not die of embarrassment.
I quickly gathered my things, put my heels on, and walked into the living room to say my goodbyes. But when I peeped into the living room and kitchen, he was nowhere to be found.
I did see a piece of paper and pen, so I wrote, "I had to go, but thank you asshole <3." And I left the note on the tv screen so he would notice it. His cat came running up to me one last time, sitting beside my legs.
I got my legs and lungs ready for the run. When I quietly closed his door, I took a note of the number. "26"
I was in apartment 15, so I was only one floor down from him. I quickly speed walked to the stairs to avoid anyone in the elevator, and made it to my apartment.
