The Exchange Student

The Date

When Ava got home that night, it was accompanied with a feeling of emptiness. She had spent almost twenty-four hours with this incredible girl, and she was exhausted. She wasn't hungover anymore, but she had slept so little last night, and trying hard with Beatrice had drained her.

This was probably the only type of bad news she had. Because she was also pretty fucking happy.

The other bad news was that her social batteries were emptied, and tonight was going to be all for herself.

First things first, the bed. It's time to lie down, open the drawer, and roll a well-deserved joint.

If today hadn't been this exhausting, she would have worked a little bit on her homework. She didn't have much to do anyway, but practice makes perfect and she really wanted to learn Portuguese.

She hadn't checked the time in a while, but the sun was still bright, and enlightening her apartment, so she opened the window in anticipation because the room was soon going to be filled with a stinky smoke. It was still a little cold outside, but the chill breeze was more than welcome. And she closed the curtains.

'Efficiency' was her current mindset, her pajamas were dirty so she had nothing to sleep in.

"How inconvenient", she jokingly whispered to herself.

In a blink of an eye, she was shirtless on her bed, hands respectively taken by a joint and a broken liqueur glass serving as an ashtray.

She put some Mac Demarco on her speaker. And just like that, she had reached pure bliss.

One of the side effects of smoking for Ava included a Pavlovian response to the weed. It made her high, of course, but also horny.

Don't get her wrong, she loved smoking, but she couldn't wait to finish her joint before enjoying herself. She had a strong zero-waste policy so of course she was going to finish it before finishing herself.

Taking a generous puff while listening to her favourite part of the song and thinking about Beatrice was the perfect combo. No matter how much she'd think about her, it still left her clueless how much her brain revolved around this new girl she had just met not even twenty-four hours ago.

She would give multiple organs to strangers on the deep web to be able to rewind to earlier this afternoon. When she had Beatrice's lips on hers, when she was laying her hands on her bare breasts.

A fucking beep noise interrupted the song and her thoughts, and pulled her out of her moment.

From : JC
u up ?

What a fucking timing. She rolled her eyes so hard.

To : JC
no

From : JC
lol wdym no

This boy was shit at interpreting social cues. What he wanted was obvious because he would always send the same text to Ava when he wanted a booty call.

To : JC
we can't do this anymore JC

To : JC
don't contact me again please

He ruined the moment once again. What was with him always being around when Ava was having some... alone time.

He didn't stand a chance, she had her mind set on somebody else. And fresh memories from today were reappearing in her mind. Safe to say that they never really left her.

She pressed the return arrow on her screen, and her eyes were drawn to Beatrice's name in her recent messages. She wanted to play it cool, and wait before texting her, but she was only human, and a very weak one around Beatrice apparently.