Stay For The Night (ON HIATUS)

2. Trying New Things

•Vic's POV•

Beep. Beep. Beeepp

I groaned as I reached over to turn off my alarm clock. I laid on my back rubbing the sleep from my eyes and moving my hair out of the way. Today is Saturday. Justin's big party is tonight. Finally. I had met Justin a few years ago at college freshmen year. He was in a dorm a couple doors down from mine. He was a really chill guy. I used to have a thing for him,but that kind of faded. It seemed like a little phase pretty much. Wait no my sexuality isn't a phase. I meant the crush. Wow I really need coffee.

Coffee. Coffee. Coffee. But that means I have to get out of bed... My bed felt so nice and plush and warm. It was perfect. Snuggling with one of my pillows sighing. I have to go pick up my paycheck. Oh how awkward it's going to be...

The other night I went to a different party, I really should stop with the parties for a while, and I got shitfaced. So bad that I ended up fucki- no getting fucked by my coworker. And I NEVER bottom. I honestly don't even remember if it was good. I do know that it happened; multiple times in apparently many different ways. I woke up the next morning hung over, very sore while my head was laying on his chest. Both of us of course naked. Kinda more hung over than wanting to know who the fuck topped me. Sitting up straddling the guy without realizing I had looked around the room realizing the door was thankfully locked. We were on the second floor. Well that way no one could just look into the window and see. After I had told my family I was gay they accepted it, but I lost most of my friends. We ended up moving after that because the whole town was pretty narrow-minded. So when we moved here I kept my mouth shut about it. Feeling movement beneath me I looked down. When I saw who it was i jumped up grabbed my clothes and ran off. I haven't talked to him since.

Sighing I finally got out of bed and got into the shower. I slowly started stripping realizing I had fallen asleep in my work out clothes. When I was down to nothing I looked over to the mirror examining my body. Still slightly sore from being fucked up the ass I kind of waddled to stand in front of it. Looking at my shoulders, arms, chest, abs. I stopped there just staring at my upper body. I noticed the faint bruises along my collar bone. Wait bruises? When the fuck- no how does one get bruises there... Oh fuck those were hickies! How the fuck do I not notice that?! Ugh I need to remember a body check after getting that drunk and hooking up with people. And with that I moved my hair around and turned on the shower.

After getting out i got dressed in dark blue skinnies and a random white tank top. Hmm should I straighten my hair now of later? My thoughts were interrupted by banging on my bedroom door.

"Vic open the fuck up its an emergency!" Mike yelled.

I walked to the door and unlocked it only to be shoved to the ground. Mike comes running in and starts to pace.

"Fuck fuck fuck." He kept muttering. Getting up i walk right in front of him and stop him.

"Mike calm the fuck down and talk to me." I said calmly. "Breathe Mike breathe."

He started to take deep breathes in and out. He slowly started to calm down but his eyes still held fear in them.

"I- uh-i-i-i had sort of an accident." He sputtered.

"Accident? Mike what the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Well about a month ago. Remember that girl i fucked a few times. what was her name.. Oh! Alysha! Yeah her. Well um Ya see the last time we fucked we were pretty wasted and well um.." And after all that he still hadn't gotten to the point? Ugh.

"Mike spit it out already." I said. And since my hands were still on his shoulders i shook him around a bit.

"Vic... I didn't use a condom.." He whispered with wide eyes.