Ripped jeans

Who is that guy?

Olivia.
I am a girl. I am an adopted girl with no family of her own. I get sad once in a while- though my "once in a while" is pretty much longer than just a few seconds. I get sad. I get hurt. And I cry. And I am not looking for an excuse to cry. Because it is OK . Every once in a while, it is OK to cry- it is OK to be hurt- just like it is OK to get wet in a storm. And my life is pretty much a storm that lasts for more than a day.
Three days.
Three days since we made love and he isn't around. He hasn't come back. He hasn't peeked into my window and he hasn't even stepped back into the park. I am out to thoughts to chase. I need a beer.Maybe more than just one beer.
You don't usually get drunk at night and sneak from home,but I don't happen to be the usual kinda "good girl" anyway.
I don't know how many times I stumbled and mumbled and fell down but after picking myself up for the tenth time I get to his home.
I don't know where that asshole's room is so I am gonna knock on the door.
Yeah knock knock .
who is there?
Me myself and I.
"Yooo hoooooo oh Jeremy" "Won't you hear me sing a song? " yooohoooo cuckooooo.
I hear someone running inside , stamping on the ground pretty hard. And then a click and the door is wide open and I stare with "nasty ,chinny ,"I want you " kind of eyes - to the tshirtless guy standing in front of me.
Why is he so smoking hot even without the lights on?
"What are you doing here?" He asks me without even inviting me in. Such an ass.
" I am going to invite myself in and I am going to sit on the kitchen table and eat a meat loaf because I love meatloaves but I hate you . " I mumble and push him aside and with tumbling feet make my way towards the kitchen.
He tries to grab me and say something but I don't care cause I love meat.
I go to the kitchen and sit on the chair.
He comes in and in the kitchen light- I realize that I have never seen this guy in my entire life and I don't know who he is .
I stare at his face . He comes closer and he is speaking something but I don't really hear anything.
I look around and the next thing I know is I collapse on the floor.