Pornstar (hiatus)

Chapter 3

"What?" Warren asked weakly. "So, Jack is just your stage name." He needed to hear that this man was who he thought he was.

"No. I don't have a stage name. I'm not an actor," the man said far too calmly for Warren's taste.

"What?" Warren asked horrified. "Yes, you are. You have to be." He felt like throwing up. This couldn't be happening.

"No, I'm not. And certainly not a porn actor..." The man made a disgusted face.

"What?!" Warren almost screamed, edging away from him. "What the hell do you mean, you're not?! Why the hell did you bring me up here then, you creep!" he screamed hysterically, jumping out of the bed. This couldn't be real. Had he honestly mistaken a stranger for Jack?! Warren wanted to die.

"What?" the man asked outraged. "This was your idea! You hit on me, remember?"

"I did not!" Warren yelled. "Where did you put my damn clothes?!" he screamed, starting to panic.

"Uh... I don't know. Wait, just calm down," he tried to appease Warren, but Warren wasn't having it.

"Don't tell me to calm down, you psycho pervert!" Warren yelled angrily, finally finding his pants and putting them on as quickly as he could in his frantic state. Out of all the many stupid, embarrassing things that had ever happened in his life, this was by far the worst.

"Yeah, clearly I'm the psycho here..." the imposter mumbled from his position on the bed.

"Shut up! Just shut up!" Warren snapped furiously. "I can't believe you almost tricked me into giving you my virginity!"

"I didn't trick you! Seriously? You're still a virgin? How old are you, like 20?" the man asked, stunned.

Warren wanted to punch him in the face. "I'm 27, you jackass. And yes, I'm a virgin because I'm not a whore like you and I'm saving myself for the love of my life!"

"...27...? What are you, a monk?" Tristan chuckled.

"Shut up, you jerk," Warren snarled, fumbling around with his shirt.

"Hey, relax, nothing happened." Tristan tried to shrug it off again, but Warren couldn't.

"Nothing happened?! We almost had sex!" he yelled furiously.

"So what? You're not seriously waiting to lose it to a pornstar, are you?"

"Yes, I am," Warren said firmly, finally managing to put his shirt on.

"That's ridiculous... You don't even know that guy," Tristan objected.

"Yes, I do!" Warren argued back.

"So well that you mistook me for him," Tristan said drily.

"Go fuck a fish, you asshole! I'm drunk!" Warren defended himself furiously; it was also because they looked a lot alike and it had been dark and... and Warren had a very active imagination.

"You're not drunk, but you're stupid if you really think that some random pornstar you saw in a movie is the love of your life," the man said coldly.

Though Warren wanted to scream at him, his anger was like blown away. Was the man right? Was he really so stupid? Did he really want it so badly that he had imagined a random guy to look exactly like him?

Without another word, Warren turned around and ran out of the room. He felt absolutely horrible. How could he have been so stupid?
By the time he finally managed to put his shoes on, his earlier anger had turned into such sadness and disappointment that he felt tears stinging his eyes.