One of Those Nights

II.

II.

I walk, on the amid of jocks and bitches. Feeling numb for such defeat. I lost in the battle. I let needs drive me. I better be discreet, so no nobody would ever know that Cam and I had happened. I wouldn't say the word, I wouldn't say a thing. So nobody will know.

Why am I afraid of such defeat? Because it will humiliate me. It will ruin my reputation and my title Little Miss Goody-Goody.

If ever somebody will know, I would turn into 'Little Miss Fucked Up By The Jock.'

How? How could I trust the school jock?

"Miyanda!"
"Cara. Hi" I turned to my BF who was calling me like a pro. She then walks beside me while sipping her frappucino. It will always be Cara's signature.

We went to Biology. When we arrived, Cara covered her seat with her stuffs and storm off to the door. Yes, that's Cara also. She can't be nailed on her seat.

Minutes later, the quietude of the room broke down when bitches and jocks and nerds went in. It wasn't long til' Professor Nolan's voice boomed on the door.

His voice went in like a lullaby, and in the midst of his talking, I went into a nap and pretend I haven't fall asleep when I woke up.

Luckily, he didn't notice. How can he notice when I was enveloped with jocks and bitches who was talking like ducks.

During lunch hour, I decided to go to the library after eating.

"Car. Tell Kas, I'm skipping class."
"Really? Oh my god! Congratulations!" Then she hugs me and shakes my hand.

Typical BFs congratulates you whenever you'll do or have done something new.

"Yeah girl, thank you."
"So proud of you, bitch." She giggles

Bitch. I'm a bitch. Because I'm not a virgin anymore. I feel like I'm one of those women Cameron fucked on the bleachers. Oh, I'm buried under my thoughts. I'm buried under Cameron. I wanna be buried under him, gasp for air and squirm.

"Anyway why?" Cara's inquisition brought me back.
"So sleepy." I answered hastily. Not wanting to give her hint that I'm pained.

When she nods, I get that as a cue, I left for library.

Slowly, I marched in the middle of shelves and found a spot where only few students go.

I let out a puff of breath as I drop my butt on the floor.

At last, hallo holy sleep!

I opened my still sleepy eyes when I felt something on my lap.
"Ughh! Get off me!" I hastily throw Cameron's head from my lap.

"Why are you here?" I half screamed.

"It's my usual spot" He tried to roll his eyes but failed and appeared funny.

I pulled my feet to my knees, fixed my just-woke-up hair and bite my lip. I tried to stay put, waiting for him to tell something about last night. But he didn't. He sits there, imitating my position.

I wanted to punch his face big time.

I'm on the edge of throwing up a disgust for myself, I stood hastily, picking my backpack after me.

"Fuck" I muttered whilst leaping onto the outside of shelves.

I can't feel his presence at my back, he didn't run after me. Wake up, Miya, it's not a movie. He'll not going to run after you when you walk out.

You are not Cinderella, you are not worth running after.

My heart sing along with pain.

Who wouldn't be pained?

I hide along the lockers as soon as I got out of the library.

I've dried my face and finger comb my hair then decided that it wouldn't be so bad attending Chemistry.

I walked in on time, yet, still making heads move on my way.

Perhaps, I can be a star in a movie. Where everyone turns their heads to me but I will never ever receive true satisfaction with that.

I'd never have been satisfied as much as I have when Cameron and I were fucking.

The world's equality. You get fame but don't get satisfied.

God made everything balanced.

"Babes congratulations." The hairs at my neck stood up. Kassi. I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Any reward for that girl?"

"Here." She then pinched my butt while I giggled a little.

The clock moves in a haste.

Classes were dismissed and jocks are already changing into their soccer shorts while bitches were lining up on the bleachers.

Me? - I took my car in a fast drive, went home and plopped my body on my bed.

Marlon isn't home yet. I hope there would be no parties anymore. I don't want to get fuck again by some party-goers.

How come Cameron was here? I don't think they know each other.

But now? Hell I care about Cameron. He's a fucking dick with a hell of a big cock fucking every creature with a pussy!

"OH FUUCK!" I shouted into nowhere, filling the corners of my room with my booming angry voice.

I changed my pants and shirt into a comfy PJs and tank tops then grab my phone from the pocket of my backpack.

"Kassi."

I said as soon as I put Kassi into a call.

"Yes honey?"

"Do boys and girls talk about stuffs they do after they have done it?"

"What stuffs." I can sense Kassi's rolling her eyes.

"Sex Kas. After they fuck. Do they talk about it the next day? Or after the sex?"

"Hmmm. Yeah perhaps but not really talk how the penis was pushed."

"Kassi." I said in a scolding tone. "What if, example, you're both at a party then it happened?"

"If you're both drunk, perhaps no one would remember. Except if they try to remember everything, then both will totally remember and talk about it. Say stuffs like these and that."

Ugh.

"Oh. Thanks Kas. Bye." The disappointment in my voice was palpable.

Cameron was drunk. He doesn't remember.