I woke up with the worst headache in history. What happened? I sat up, feeling my whole body ache. This just sucked, my first hangover and not just my head was hurting. I held my head, thinking that it would take away some pain, which was totally a lie to myself. It didn't help at all. As I did that I looked down at my body, realizing in that moment that I was naked. Completely naked... What the hell.?!
I quickly grab the duvet to cover my body as I curse myself for being stupid. I slowly turn around to see if I was alone or not, and I just want to die. Besides me is another body, he was sleeping on his stomach with his head turned away from me. All I could see was his slightly curled brown hair and his naked back.
So this is why my body is hurting? I had sex with someone? I will never get drunk again! I promise to myself that this will never happen again... I hope...
Suddenly I hear a grunt and the guy turns around, so his face is shown. Massive shock!
"Vernon?!" I shouts as I see his face. It can't be happening!
"No, no, no, no! This can't be happening." I try to convince myself that it was all just a stupid horrible dream. That I will wake up in my own bed and that I had never slept with my best friend. I stumble out from bed, despite the fact that it feels like I've been ripped apart, I rush over to the pile where my clothes are and I get dressed in less than a minute.
I ran out the room as soon as I was dressed and had my bag. I slung on a hoodie I thought was mine and barged out. Down the stairs and out the door I stumbled with my horrifying heels.
This couldn't be happening! I didn't loose my virginity to my best friend! I couldn't have! "Then why did you wake up in the same bed as him, huh? Why is your body stiff and it feels like you're lower body has been ripped, huh?" The voice in my head was asking me.
"It can't be like that! It's all a mistake!" I shout out loud, making the lonely empty street look back at me in a judging way. This was it, I was doing the walk of shame. One nights stand and here I end up. Walking to campus at five am in the morning. The walk of shame. The walk of shame... The walk of shame. "The walk of shame."
"The walk of shame..." I repeat after the voices in my head. I was doing the walk of shame. I walked, and I was ashamed. Off myself.
As I open the door to the dorm building the I could sense all the hate I would get. All the girls calling me a bitch and all the boys wanting to have me too. I was just a slut. "Just as much of a slut as all of them." The voice commented. It was right. I wasn't more of a slut than this girl in 2022, or her in 2035. I was lesser than those girls. I know it because they have done it a lot more times than I so I'm not on the same level as they are. "That's right!"
I was about to open the door to my room when it opened by itself making me fall down onto the floor. My purse, lying on the floor, was open and stuff had fallen out. My lipstick, my phone, a gum packet and an open condom package. Wait?! A OPEN CONDOM PACKAGE?!
"Where have you been?! I've been worried sick for you!" Jihoon shouts as he looks at me. He bends down to get something and his expression changes.
"What's this?" He holds up the small foil package in the air for me to see. I feel how my tears starts to form, but I won't cry.
"You had sex?!" He shouts again. I stand up, scared that the whole building is gonna wake up.
"Yah, can you not shout?" I ask him, looking down as I want to walk into the room.
"NO! WHY?! I'M ASKING WHY?" He pulled me in with a massive and strong force. He slamed me against the door, making it shut.
"Yah... It hurts." I say as his grip tighten around my arms.
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The new girl
FanfictionA Seventeen fanfiction. __ About Love and Friendship. The new girl (Kaisa) gets a scholarship at a famous collage in the middle of the term. Her new roommate is a player. The cute guy in her class becomes her friend, but for what? What...