Mastering the Art Form of Being Single

Chapter Two: The Art Form of the Boys

Chapter Two: The Art Form of the Boys

:::Avery's POV:::

The next morning I woke up feeling like a fucking freight
train ran through my head over and over again. This is one of those times where I vow that I never going to drink but then we all know that is never going to happen. The events of last night are blurry. The only thing I remember was sipping on those fruity ass drink that were so delicious. And everything after that is blank. I don't know how the fuck I got home and the sad thing is that I am not that worried about that. What I am worried is why I am still in my clothes from last night. I mean who ever brought me home could have had the decency to at least take my fucking shoes off, but no I am clearly still in my shoes.

After my internal rant, I got up and made my way over to the bathroom down the hall. I shared an apartment with Nala and Rainey. When I stepped into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror, I clearly looked like I got hit by a fucking freight train. I guess you could say I had a good night if it was determined by how awful you look the next morning. I striped my clothes off and hopped into the shower putting it on the right temperature and just stood there and relaxed in my much needed shower.

"TO THE WINDOOOOWWWSSSSS TO THE WALLLLLLLLLLLLSSSSSSS! TO THE SWEAT THAT DRIPS DOWN MY BALLS! ALL THE FEMALES CRAWL AHHHH SKI SKI SKI AHHHH SKI SKI SKI GOD DAMMMMMMNNNNNNNNNNNNN MOTHER FUCKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

I sang while I was scrubbing myself with my loofah. For some reason singing Lil Jon songs always puts me in a good mood like R. Kelly songs.

After singing my rendition of Get Low, I finally decided it was time to get out of the shower. I wrapped my towel around myself and when I was about to open the door, the door smashed into me and there stood a half naked black man. And I might add that he was a big black man too. I am guessing Nala brought one of the guys home. And all I got to say is AWKWARD! The big black man didn't do anything but give me a once look up and down and said "ehhh" and moved out of my way so I could get back to my room as fast as I could.

Getting dressed in a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt I was ready for my Saturday to do nothing. On Saturdays I like to stalk people on facebook and see how crappy their lives are and then after that I watch my trashy reality T.V. Then maybe the boys come over later to hang out, but that is whether they have plans or not.

As I was making my way to the kitchen to get me a glass of orange juice, there was a knock at the door. I thought to myself, Weird, who knocks this early? But when I glanced at the clock on the microwave I realized that it was 1 o'clock in the afternoon, so it wasn't that bad I guess.

When I opened the door, I was bombarded by six upset guys pushing to try to get in, not even noticing me here.

"MMHHHHH HMMMM" I said loud and clear

All six of them turned and looked in my direction. I cleared my throat again "What the fuck are you doing here? Bombarding down the door like a bunch of cavemen?" I finished putting my hands on hips telling them that I am serious.

In one swift motion Toby came over and picked me up and held me tight. "I was so worried about you. Zane said that he and Danny had to step in because some guy was trying to take advantage of you while you were clearly drunk." He said giving me one last squeeze and than examining me.

When Toby said that some guy was trying to take advantage of me? I just snorted because no guy has ever had any interest in me. I turned over to Zane and Danny putting my hands back on my hips, cocking it to the side. "Can you please tell Toby that you guys are clearly out of your minds because what guy would ever want to pick me up? I mean come on?" I motioned at myself.