The Boy with Bad Habits

Chapter 55

Morning sun seeped through my window. My hand absentmindedly grazed over a twisted piece of hair. The bed was dipped by another person's weight.

What the hell?

The blurriness in my vision started to subside and the sight of someone's naked back draped over with scarlet curls siezed my movements.

Their snores were audible each curl lightly placed itself over my dark blue pillow. "Oh shit," I whispered as my heart rate accelerated immensely.

"Please have clothes on, please have clothes on," I pleaded to myself while lifting the sheets up a smidge. Looking down my body, the only thing that came into view was my exposed junk, bruises and Geena's ass a little further away.

The details were a blur and a pulsating head ache started to form in my cranium. Along with an ache in my midriff. I only remembered her asking for a drink and that was it. My sheets were peeled off of me knowing just how heated our one night stand might've gotten due to the dried sweat near my groin area.

I feel oddly taken advantage of right now.

Geena stayed stationary in her slumber. Then I glanced toward my alarm clock realizing 'oh yeah it's nine a.m. on a Monday.'

Not only was I late for school but also hungover and ashamed beyond comparison. How could I have betrayed myself like this, and Willow? What the hell was I thinking?

You weren't thinking.

There really was no label for us but I knew how meaningful our quality time was together. Remorse and guilt started to rack my brain as I plopped my head on the pillow staring up at the boring, blank, white ceiling.

I prided myself with privacy and one night stands were far from my mind. How could I have been so irrational? So deviating?

Sleeping around always screamed quickest way to get STDs. Sex had always been heat of the moment for me, devalued over the years. I refused to partake in it due to that being the exact reason of how Rachel and I truly began. From 'friends with benefits' to 'exes and no connections.'

She was a literal walking leech whom I always found lingering at worst times of the night. Willow always made it easier to numb.

A groan came from my right and the daunting task of having to wake g-string up. The worst part about it was I had no recollection of anything but her sitting there dumbfounded and requesting a drink, and even that felt a little hazy to recall.

"What time is it?" a voice urged out while yawning, far from sexy.

Running a hand down my face only to wince because of the pounding, "Time for you to get the hell out, which is what should've happened in the first place."

Not only did I feel like shit but a double-crosser to Willow, Tony, and Alyssa. Hell, they were broken up because of the bed hopper right next to me. Tony would never forgive me, especially poor Alyssa.

"That is no way to talk to the best seductress in Virginia," she purred while facing me.

Her makeup painted over my pillow case and she resembled a cliché raccoon. With mascara and lipstick smeared, Geena's hair looked matted and a hard sight on sore eyes.

Don't even get me started on breath.

"I beg to differ," my head started to obliterate any chances of going to school with out serious pain-killers. "What happened last night," I bashfully grinded out fearing the answer already.

"Well, you offered me a drink after seeing as how I stayed a little longer then expected. And like the gentleman you are, you joined and eventually your eyes started to travel and claim what's yours." A promiscuous giggle came from her at this, more like forced. She tried hard to look innocent though if she really was, our predicament would've been a lot different.