Silent Attention [COMPLETED]

10. Chicken nugget

    Gemma woke with a start. She stretched out and felt the empty warm space next to her. Oh no she thought, I took someone home with me. I can't even remember what he looks like. She threw her comforter back and strode through her apartment, to see if he was still here. The space was empty, and the door was locked. She must have just missed him. She dead bolted the door and slid the chain lock across. Can't be too careful. She went to her bathroom to wash off the night before. There was a note on the mirror staring back at her.

    "Thank you for the lovely night. I'll be seeing you. -A"

    He sounded like an arrogant jerk. Man she made poor decisions sometimes. She pulled the sticky note off the mirror with it's perfect handwriting and crumpled it into the trashcan. "Right where you belong."

    "How was your fish?"

    They were at their usual hangover cafe on the corner. Something about the breakfast they made soaked up the remaining alcohol and nausea. Shelly's face was priceless, she had a look like she had swallowed a raw smelly fish whole and it was flipping in her stomach.

    "Terrible, I don't know what the drunk me was thinking."

    I couldn't help but laugh at her. I didn't get a good look at who she took home. Or rather, which one she finally chose from her fishing pond.

    "What was so bad this time?"

    "He is damn good looking, if you had a microscope, for his micro penis. I was too drunk to look at his hands and see straight."

    "The finger trick doesn't really work, you know that right?" She had read on facebook about the bigger gap between finger lengths, the bigger the dick, and now she swore by it.

    "It works when you can see only one set of fingers. I checked before I left, I'll have you know."

    "And?"

    "The verdict is still out."

    "You can always do like the rest of the skanks, and get them hard on the dance floor before you leave with them."

    Shelly scoffed at me. "That is too much work. I can't go humping on legs like a horny dog to see if they are even worth the effort." She quickly changed the subject to me. "You make it home okay?"

    "Obviously, I'm here now." I wasn't about to tell her about the one I took home and got away. I don't remember him anyway. I need to stop drinking, it was getting dangerous.

    "Joe said you left with someone." Shelly raised her eyebrow at me.

    "Who the hell is Joe?"

    "The bartender from the club last night." Shelly snickered out.

    This girl. Always had a back up plan. I don't even remember her talking to the bartender, the snitch. "I really don't remember, after drinking all of my drinks and all of yours, I'm lucky I got home at all."

    "I knew it! I knew I was feeling too sober for all of the drinks I had ordered."

    "Not sober enough, you went home with a chicken nugget."

    We both laughed, our loud cackles catching glares.

    "You finally get laid dirt leg?"

    "Nope" I let the p pop. "I woke up in the same clothes I wore out, and he was gone when I got up."

    "That's a crying shame Gem. If anyone needs a good fuck, it's you."

    "Shelly!" I had needs, I know I do, but I can't seem to relax. To get over the anger of the last good fuck I had. I'm not like Shelly. One night stands aren't my thing. I was a relationship kind of girl, through and through. The fact that I had brought a guy home had shocked me. I was surprised Shel wasn't making a huge deal out of this.

    "What did he look like? I bet he was smoking hot if you let him sleep over."

    "Don't know."

    "Did you get his name?"

    "I'm sure I did at some point, but I don't remember. It starts with an A I think."

    "Check your phone and see if he is in your contacts!"

    She was getting too excited about this. I rolled my eyes at her and picked up my phone, scrolling through the a's. "Nothing."

    "How could you do this to me! Take a guy home, not sleep with him, not get his number, not even his name." Shel said jokingly, but then her face turned serious and I knew she was about to make this a big deal. I jinxed myself. "What's going on with you? I know your'e not over what happened a while back. Even so, you never would have taken someone home with you. Spill."

    "I don't effing know okay? I feel like I'm standing in the middle of a merry go round and someone has started pushing it. I feel like, at any moment I'm going to be slung off."

    Shelly must have sensed the impending doom I was feeling and tried to steer me away. "Those are some deep words. Too deep for my hung over brain. What'd you think about the club? Think we should hit it up again tonight? Maybe your mystery man will be there." She sing songed.

    "Nah, I think I'm going to hang at home tonight. Maybe watch a movie."

    "Suit yourself."

small penis=chicken nugget.