His Lucky Shot

Regret

Dante°

I'm so lucky it's the weekend or else I wouldn't have made it to school today.

I smell like shit, I smell like Amy. I throw my shirt off before I walk into the shower.

I need to burn that later.

When I'm done I put in comfortable clothes and throw the ones I was wearing last night in the trash bin.

Fuck.

I can't even remember most of what happened last night, all I know is that someone pissed me off and I ended up fucking Amy.

Fuck my life.

Yea, I've fucked a lot of girls in my life but I just regret Amy to an extent.

I check my phone for the first time since last night and I see all of the missed calls and messages from everyone.

I send Xavier a text telling him I'm fine before ordering some McDonald's.

My phone pings with new message from Ivy.

My favorite girl🤭🤍: Are you ok?

I don't even know when she saved herself as that, I'm honestly not ok.

Like fuck, I hate myself for what I did last night.

I run a frustrated hand through my hair, feeling regret overwhelm me.

I want to go see her.

And that's what I'm going to do.

I pass Indigo in the kitchen, and she punches my arm lightly.

"Very wonderful of you to join us at 3 in the afternoon Dante." She rolls her eyes.

I roll my eyes in return and walk out, to Ivy.

I enter her apartment and it's empty, it looks clean like nobody is here.

I go to her room and knock, when I hear the 'come in' I walk in.

She's laying in the fetal position with her eyes closed.

She's in shorts and a sports bra, she looks sick.

"Hey, you ok?" I question softly, sitting on her bed.

"Yup," she groans "you?"

"I'm fine." I answer.

She nods as her eyes shut tightly. I put my hand on her forehead and fuck.

She's burning up.

"Come on Ivy, what's wrong. You're burning up." I ask, keeping my worry at bay.

"I'm fine, just cramps." She says in pain.

"Fine my ass." I roll my eyes.

"I'll be back soon ok, Xavier will bring you your McDonald's." I tell her, standing up.

"Aye aye captain dildo." I hear her giggle s I walk out.

Ivy🌿

Xavier arrived a few minutes later in his pyjama's.

"Can you move your foot out of my face, it's really stabbing my cheek." I mumble, right as he shoves his foot further into my cheek.

"Shut up." He replies, removing his foot. He moves to come lay next to me.

"I don't get paid enough to babysit you." He rolls his eyes.

I am actually offended.

"Fucking bitch." I mutter under my breath and he gasps very loudly.