Taste

party girl

I've had my priority list set ever since I was ten. Me, myself and I. That's all I care about. At the end of the day we only have ourselves.

People may call me selfish or even self-absorbed but they're not in the list of my priorities, therefore I don't give a damn. Plus, in a world of egoistical creatures like humans, disguised as selfless helpers, I just have the gut to openly admit my true nature.

And that makes me superior.

Then there's also my list of likings. Sex, drugs and alcohol. Honorable mention: myself, obviously. I've noticed that people tend to like me too. I let them think I don't know the only reason they stick around is that I'm rich and not my amazing personality nor my looks, although I believe it plays a quite important role too.

I shall correct myself: my parents are rich, I'm just lucky they've adopted me when I was ten. Whenever they remember about me, they send enough money to get through an entire year with. I can't complain.

My life is amazing. I get to do whatever I want all day, even nothing.

I've tried the college life but as soon as I understood it wasn't for me, I dropped out. It only took one year. I still hang out with some friends I made there.

I'm known where I live, mostly because it's a small city with no big number of habitants and also my huge mansion is pretty noticeable. I have quite the reputation.

I've been staying at Trost since high school, my parents gifted me this house for my graduation. Since then, they've transferred back to Marley, my hometown, where I was born, where the orphanage I grew up in is and where the middle school I attended still lies.

They left me here. But I can't complain. I love it here, people love me here. My life couldn't be better.

The sun is peeking through my bedroom window.

I search for the alarm clock on the nightstand with my eyes and I'm surprised to read 08:00 but relieved I still have time to rest without feeling guilty of having wasted my morning like this.

My head hurts. To be honest my whole body is sore but that's not a surprise after last night party.

I throw Connie's arm, which was wrapped around my waist, to the side, not caring of risking to disturb his sleep.

I hate waking up like this. Well, I don't mind the company, hence the reason why there's yet another person laying by the other side of the bed.

I slowly turn my head to the right, where Hitch is sleeping peacefully with her back to me. Now that I notice she has a really nice back. And a really nice ass.

Connie is my regular fuck, so it's no wonder we had some fun, but Hitch... I've known her since middle school.

Back then, her, Annie and I used to hang out regularly. The three of us would often imagine how nice it would have been to go to the same college and to get to live together.

Eventually, we grew apart.

Only the first part of our plan turned to reality. We've been living in the same town for a year now and I still managed to see Hitch again for the first time last night. Still haven't heard anything from Annie, although she's not the type to enjoy a party: that kind of event could never fit as the right opportunity to see each other after all these years.

At least I got the chance to see one of my two friends again and I was surprised to notice how much she's changed throughout the years.

We talked. A lot.

We had a lot to drink.

Now I need water, my throat is completely dry and I think it might help with the headache. I crawl towards the end of the bed in order to avoid the both of them. But I fail. I feel my feet brush against Hitch's leg while I was carefully moving on the bedsheets.