Fragments of Us

16: Jema

I woke up when I felt my phone vibrating. Bea's name appeared on the screen, and I didn't even manage to pick it up.

"Hey, where are you?"

"Jema? I hope you're okay. You suddenly disappeared last night."

"Anyway, I need to call an urgent meeting at 10 a.m. later. I hope that gives you enough time to show up, because it's really important. Give me a beep when you get my messages."

Read the texts.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

I was about to make my way to the door when I realized I was completely naked. My mind instantly froze.

I slept with someone last night. No, I slept with a girl last night, and I can't even clearly remember her face. This is all messed up.

I sat down at the edge of the bed, trying to calm myself.

"That was nothing. It was just a random hookup, and it will never happen again."

I spoke, convincing myself, breathing in and out.

When I finally got to regulate all my overwhelming thoughts and emotions, I proceeded to get dressed and book a cab.

I just wish I never crossed paths with that stranger again. I might really slap the shit out of her. I mean, how dare she leave me in that situation? What if I lost my purse along with my phone? Is she that dumb?

I put on my earphones and played a song so my mind wouldn't wander back to last night, but fuck, I can't seem to forget how it felt when that stranger's lips explored every inch of my body.

I was straight my whole life, but I'm now suddenly having an existential crisis because, I must admit, that was the best night of my life.

I've been with a man before, but that girl has brought out something in me.

Isn't that ironic? How haven't I felt more admired and secured than in that stranger's arms? But I don't think I'll ever see her again.