The cheating - A.I

3. Anthony

Dear Ashton

This letter is about the weekend you went away with the lads to visit some friends in LA.

I refer to it in my head as the weekend that never happened. But as much as I want it to go away it's still there, haunting me in every possible way.

It was the weekend I met Anthony. I don't even know his last name.

One of my old friends were turning 21 and we went out to a club. And since it was a birthday party, we went all in on the booze, the partying and the outfits.

The birthday girl had balloons tied on her arm so everywhere she went we could see the pink balloons bounce around above everyones head. Very convenient way to keep track of her. Maybe I should've been the one wearing the balloons so people could've kept track of me and slap the shit out of me for what happened that night.

I was wearing my little black dress, the one that you liked so much. A short one that showed off my boobs perfectly. Not too slutty but not too boring. My hair was curled at the ends and I felt all in all pretty hot.

We had a big table reserved for our group of girls with so much alcohol it would've made guys like Mick Jagger shit faced. And that was exactly what happened, we all went completely smashed. But we had fun! We laughed louder than any other group of girls and we danced on the tables. This, of course, resulted in a big interest from every dude at the club. They all wanted to be a part of the crazy girl party that went on by the table in the left corner of the club.

One of the guys that invited himself to the table was Anthony. A tall, dark guy with hazel eyes who immeadiately grabbed me from behind and we started dancing.

I didn't even think twice about it, I guess I was too drunk to care or even realize what I was doing. I just started moving together with him. Him standing behind me, having my back against his chest. His arms wrapped around me and we moved to the music together with everyone else.

No one even noticed how me and Anthony danced, in a way that girls who have boyfriends don't dance with other guys. Unless you're me, a cheater that's so drunk she can't even remember her boyfriends name.

After a while we started kissing. Him grabbing my face and kissed me without a care in the world. Our lips moved perfectly in sync. His tounge slid across my lips and without hesitation I parted my lips to let his tounge meet mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling my fingers through his hair. I heard him moan quietly as the kiss got deeper.

After a while we pulled back and he looked at me with his dark hazel eyes. They were so dark and filled with desire, I felt like I was gonna drown in them. He grabbed my hand and leaned forward and whispered:

"Lets go outside for a while yes?"

I nodded and he lead me through the mass of people at the club.

No one noticed that we left. Every one was too busy embarrass themselves and making their own mistakes that they didn't pay attention to us.

Anthony lead us out to the small porch of the club. It was only a few smokers outside and the music from the inside was barely audible so we could easily talk with normal voices.

Although talking wasn't Anthony's plan when he asked me if we should go out. He immeadiately slammed me against the wall and started kissing me again. His hands traveled from my waist down to my thighs and then up again. My arms were wrapped around his neck again, fingers pulling through his hair.