Mending Malcolm's Heart

Chaper 1

Monday mornings were the worst. Malcolm raised his head and it felt ridiculously heavy. He'd been partying his whole life you'd think he'd be immune to a hangover. He zoomed in on his surroundings. His vision started off blurry but after a few seconds it adjusted to accommodate his environment. The cream white walls indicated that he was in his bedroom but not at his parents' house. He was at Mansion. He and his friends had held an epic party last night. They rarely hosted parties on Sundays but they needed to unwind before the first day of school. He swung his legs off the bed and sat at the edge of it. He picked up his head pain stuck him, a headache. He massaged his temples trying to sooth what felt like blood cloths pulsing through his veins.

He heard subtle movements in the bathroom adjoining his bedroom. The a few seconds after the source appeared. He saw her legs first. Long, smoothly toned and yellow as Ultramel. His eyes travelled further up to her skinny thighs and then to her torso. Her breasts were contained in a black bra that matched her panties. A C cup he figured, his favorite. He growled, his loss of memory frustrating him. How could he not remember what was probably a mind blowing sexual experience. She cleared her throat to get his attention to her face. She was a typical "yellow-bone": brown eyes, light pink lips and her nose straight.

"Hey sweetie."- she greeted. "What we had last night was..."- she looked for the right word. "Satisfying"- she smiled slyly.
Unfortunately Malcolm couldn't remember any part of it. She walked around the room trying to locate her clothing. "Sadly I have to go, school!"- she stated with a pout of her lips. Her found the last of her cloths and headed for the door. She stopped before exiting. "Thank you..."- she purred.
And Malcolm gave her a confused look.
She bit her lip enticingly and smiled, "... For living up to your reputation."
Then she was gone. He wanted to hit something. Then it hit him, he had to be at school. He jumped off the bed looking for his phone. He found it on the other side of the head board. It was 7 o'clock. He had to be at school in 40 minutes and he didn't even have his school uniform with him. His father was going to kill him!

The school was obviously going to call because that was the protocol. He was a matriculant and if he missed the first day of school they were obliged to inform his parents. Why the fuck didn't his friends take him home? He wanted to give them a piss of his mind, he'd-

"Hello!!!"- a voice came from the hall.
He walked to his bedroom door and opened it. Speak of the Devils he thought, Ethan and Mpumelelo. Dressed in their uniforms and school bags in hand.
"Why the fuck didn't you wake me? I have forty minutes to get ready and get to school!"- he barked at them.
"And this is our problem how?"- Ethan asked wryly. His cool composure irritating him.
Ethan walked past him and into Malcolm's room.
"Wow man we bumped into a girl in the foyer. Is she last night's cash? I really hope you hit that hard."- Mpumelelo said, he tapped Malcolm's shoulder and walked past him as well.
He gritted his teeth and followed them. "Did you guys hear me?"- he asked them.
"Are you guys animals?"- Ethan asked as he looked around the room. He went to the window and opened it. "Because you sure as hell have sex like them."- he finished.
Malcolm had to admit his room was disgustingly clustered. He'd always prided himself in being clean. Sure he had sex a lot and with different women but he'd always done it in respectable way and he didn't just sleep with anyone.
"I needed coffee!"- Mpumelelo stated and he walked toward the door.
"Yeah, I think I am gonna take you up on that offer."- Malcolm followed him.
Mpumelelo stopped in his tracks and turned to look at Ethan, "I didn't offer you anything!"
"Sure you did, you offered to make me coffee."- Ethan said easily.
Malcolm grew impatient, "Guys, why didn't you fucking wake me up? I have wasted 5 minutes listening to your ridiculous rants-"
"We could not find you! So we left. We looked for the whole night until we got a tip that you were here."- Ethan explained. His voice shaking with rage. Malcolm's face softened.
"Tip...?"- he asked, confused.
"Yeah you little catch posted a picture on Instagram with you and her in bed. We have a mutual follower in common she always likes your girl's photos... That's how I found your dumb ass! I would ask you what bothered you so much that you had to drink yourself into oblivion to run from it but I know you... Sharing isn't your thing."
His silence proved Ethan's theory true. Yes, something had been bothering him last night but was he going to tell them...? Hell NO! He needed to blow some steam to forget his problems, he did and now he was fine.