Richman High

Chapter 2 - She Said Good Morning Class

My hair stuck to my eyes, when the light seeped through the blinds. It was humid and I felt another person's hot breath on my shoulder. Oh my god, no. Slowly turning my head to face him, I see the guy from the club sleeping soundly. I take a peek at his bare chest, seeing an intricate rose tattoo with its thorns sticking out from side to side. You've got to get out of there.

Reaching down, for my underwear I look for the exit and think of a plan. What kind of person am I to sleep with the first person that offers me a drink without asking for his name? You are such a slut. Kicking aside his clothes, I touch the top of my ears to see if my aids were still in tack. With that confirmation, I rush out of his room and run down the gigantic set of stairs.

What the hell is this place?

I throw away any attempt of putting my heels back on because I had to find the front door and it was rather difficult seeing it, I do not have one clue of how I got here in the first place. Well I do but the real question was how do I get out of here.

"Can I help you?" I small plump maid takes a few steps towards me.

"Good morning." I try my best to look presentable but how can I when I don't have shoes on. "I was wondering if you could lead me to the front door."

"You do not want breakfast?" she questions, motioning the smell of pancakes in the air.

"I'm afraid not. I have to get going."

She heeds my wish, "I will show you out."

It didn't take long for Nicole to find me. Simply asking the maid for his address gave me enough shame, within the fifteen minutes, Nicole came to my rescue and demanded me to explain myself. And who was I to deny her?

"Alright. Tell me what happened cause from the looks of it, you got laid." Nicole pushes the accelerator to drive away from Mr Pigeon's mansion.

I keep my mouth shut, I admit that I don't remember how I got to his house but I do remember the sex. And it was all right, what I'm trying to say it that he has room to improve. It was unladylike of me to come onto him but what was I going to do? Go out to celebrate without getting something in return from dear old Mother Nature? Yes, I was planning on getting some action but I wasn't planning on getting laid. I'm one very happy girl.

"You left Heath and I for this guy." Nicole recalls the night. "We go out for a smoke and then we return and you disappeared."

I couldn't deny my close confidant, "The guy-"

"Yes." She replies in the most eager tone.

"The guy is the owner."

"Shut up." She stops at the red light, in front of the black convertible. "Oh god, you're not kidding!"

It isn't a habit of mine to lie or boast; in fact I hated it because lying was the one thing Mom was good at. And as every girl says: 'I do not want to be my Mom when I'm older." I turn Nicole's music down and waited for her to react even further.

"How was he?" You could tell she needed the details, "Pretty face?"

"Yes."

"Well hung?"

"Nicole!" I laugh at her brusqueness as the red light flicks to green. "Drive, you idiot."

"I'm just saying you're lucky."

"Well, it was alright." I wasn't disappointed in his enthusiasm as the night returned to me as clear as day.

Nicole scoffs in disappointment as she makes a left turn. "I hate that. Pretty face but no skills in the bed."