Apathetic Boy

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Angel

This part contains slight mature content.

They say sex is supposed to make two people, one. An experience where two people share their bodies to combine their souls, mind, heart, their entire being into one. An intimate and passionate act where it's treasured.

Yet here I am, letting some random man I met from a club, thrust in and out of me, at around.. 6 am.

"Ohh, fuck," He sputters, holding into my waist a little too tightly, feeling his uncut fingernails dig into my skin.

He forcefully shoves himself up, deepening his thrust.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" God knows what his name is, screams as he thrust roughly, releasing his load within the condom.

I steady my breathing. Running my hand through my hair, pushing it out of my face. As I get off from on top of him and turn over to his nightstand. I pull out a cigarette from my pants that were discarded on the floor, lighting it and taking a long inhale.

Him noticing my lack of enthusiasm. He questioned,

"Did you not enjoy yourself? You were screaming like no tomorrow." Pretty sure it was him screaming, he says with a stupid grin on his face, it won't be there so long if I told him that he knows nothing of how to fuck someone good, I smirked to myself, let alone his dick is below average size.

"It was great," I puffed out a cloud of smoke, "but I have someplace to be." I turn my legs out of the bed, grabbing my clothes, and pulled on my underwear and jeans.

"Where is that?" he lays on his side, stroking my lower back. "You think we can get one more round in?" he questions.

I peel off his hand from my back, is this guy serious?

"Listen, you are cute," he is not that cute,

"You have a great personality," I don't even know his name, nor do I want to know,

"But this was a one time thing." I pull my shirt over my head.

"W-wait what? I thought we had something!" he shouts as he stumbles out of his bed.

He thought we had something. In a span of a couple of hours. And two rounds of sex, that were barely pleasurable for me.

"We? There is no we, it's just you and I. And I wanted a good fuck, and as I predicted, You didn't grant me my wishes for this evening." I smiled, putting my cigarette back into my mouth.

I turn around on the heel of my shoe and opened the front door, he then puts his hand on the door, shutting it and having his hands trapping me.

Fuck me. Not literally.

"You can't just leave," he looks down at me, his eyes filled with anger.

"I can. And I will." I say, as I flick the butt to the floor stomping on it. I smack his hands away from the door and pull the door open then shutting it close.

Ew, why do hookups nowadays have to be so clingy? I dust off the clinginess from my clothes. Feeling uncomfortable shivers on my skin.

I have three rules when it comes to hookups.

Rule one, always wear a condom. No matter who you are or what you are.

Rule two, no kissing, that's a little too intimate, actually, way too intimate for me.

Rule three, no marks, as it is, I'm quite pale, so everything and anything shows.

If they fail to meet my standards, I'm sure someone else will fill them.

Anyways, sex is basically a coping mechanism for stress and a shit ton of other problems I don't really want to solve. Along with smoking and drinking.

Not good habits and or good decisions. But you have me fifty shades of fucked if you think I'm going to be paying hundreds of dollars just to sit with some shrink to say I have problems, no shit.

Everyone has problems, we all handle them differently. Some better than others, but hey, it is what it is.

And simply because I'm an adult and can do what I want.

I pull out my phone, 7 am. Alright, I actually don't have any where to be at the moment. I just said the first thing that came to mind to get the hell out of there.

I call a cab, shortly after it arrives and I head back to my place.

You may be wondering, how would someone like me have a place to call home? And not be in a rehab facility, a mental institution, or a crack house. And that's me being generous.

Well, before I got hit by harsh reality, which was a bitch, and realized that people aren't what they seemed, I was on top of the world.

I graduated High School early, graduated college, I was twenty-two, twenty-four now, with a bachelor degree under my belt, a well-paying job, a warm and welcoming apartment, and a guy who I was proud to call mine.

Main reason, well partially, the reason why I'm a stone cold piece of crap is because of A guy.

Yes, a man. How pathetic is that?

I pity myself.

Long story short, he cheated on me while I was away studying abroad. And I happened to catch him in the act. Etc, etc.

So, for the past two years, I've been trying to fill this void in me.

Call me dramatic, I don't give a damn.

I've never really gotten constant love. Not from friends, not from family, not from anyone. But he was the first person to ever show me any type of affection, to only find out that he's just the same as everyone else.

So if you don't understand where I am coming from, sue me.

Now, I don't get attached to anyone nor spend more then two nights with a person.

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As soon as I open my door, I'm greeted with the friendly face of my cat. She is a Scottish fold, I think that is what the breed is called, her name is Mimi.

She's my best friend, who lives here rent free, scratches up my curtains, and vomits on my carpet every now and then.

But I love her either way.

She jumps down from the couches armrest and rubs against my leg. I pick her up and place dozens of kisses on her, causing her to pat my face with her paw.

"Want to watch some TV, until I go to work?" I say, she slow blinks at me, which causes me to kiss her again.

I strip down being fully naked, throwing my clothes aside and make way to my closet. I take out a loose white shirt, new and clean panties, and warm fuzzy socks.

I pick up my cat, place her nicely on my bed as I turn on the TV and click on Netlfix.

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Thank you for reading!

Hope to see you in the next chapter,

死

Date Edited:  May 6th, 2024

Originally published date: March 27th, 2022