sad eyes, bad guys

crash and burn

"Shit!"
Camilla shouted, still in my naked in my towel.

She slammed the door and I stood in front of it as Bruce violently bashed the door.
"Let me in you dick!"

It seemed as if he stopped using his fists and started to attempt to break down the door with his head. Camilla started to run around my apartment, looking through windows.

"What exactly is your plan?"
I asked her, worrying for my life.

"Do you have a back window? That leads to like, behind your building?"
I don't know?
"I think there's a ladder behind this one..."

I ran to the kitchen window, it had a fire escape ladder that seemed to be rusting. I looked down at it.
"But it doesn't lead to the very bottom, I think there's like a two metre jump-"

She slammed open the window.
"Camilla what are you doing?!"
She was still in her towel, and half way out of the window.
"You'll just throw my clothes down okay? They're on the bathroom floor. Get em' for me?"

She was climbing onto the ladder. I rushed to the bathroom, grabbing her black jeans, black shirt, leather jacket and the rest of it. By the time I got to the window she was already jumping to the bottom. It sounded painful when she hit the ground.

"Okay... Throw the clothes!"
I threw them out. She caught them and started figuring out what was what, then she noticed me staring.
"I little privacy would be great!"

I looked away. But when I looked back, she was already gone. There was just a white towel lying at the bottom of my fire escape exit.

It's been a week since Camilla Clarkson, the girl that could climb a fire escape exit in the most beautiful and graceful of ways, was in my sight. It was a Wednesday. I hate Wednesdays, as if they can't decide whether to be the start of the week or the end of the week. They kind of awkwardly place themselves in the middle.
Just like I did when I decided to go to a party Josh suggested.

The people there were still in high school. Apparently, I get the role of a senior. It was a party full of kids covered in neon clothing and probably having their first drink of alcohol.

I leaned against the door frame,
"Josh why did you bring us to this petting zoo?"
I mentioned, judging literally everything and everyone.

"Because everyone wants to sleep with you here. Because Camilla Clarkson won't."

He was pulled away by a group of girls that had glow-in-the-dark paint smudged all over their face.

"I haven't officially lost that bet."
"Uhm... Yes you have!"
"Whatever..."

I walked away. Maybe he was right. Maybe I did lose. Maybe I just needed a little push.

I walked over to the table that was filled with drinks. I honestly wasn't sure what it was. The youngsters probably thought mixing beer and whisky was cool or something. I took the neon green shot glass. That wasn't that bad. I could get hammered on this. I took another one, and another and another. Then I lost track, I was drinking everything in my sight. Because I wanted to forget Camilla, and that I ever tried to sleep with her and that I ever nearly caught feelings for her. I wanted it to stop.

I reached for the last shot-glass on the table when another hand touched it. I looked up to see who it was. Some girl.
"Hey drunk!"
She laughed, taking my shot.
"Hi."
I replied swiftly.
"So how drunk are you?"
Very.
"I don't know, how drunk are you?"
"Very drunk."
She laughed before placing her lips on mine. She left a neon pink mark on my cheek. The girl had long blonde hair, that was tied in a pony tail. She wore a white see-through crop top and some yoga pants. She was basic, but I was a guy. It didn't matter to me. I just needed a distraction. And she didn't seem like she wanted something more than one.

15 minutes later, we're in the upstairs bedroom, making out. She takes her shirt off, revealing her neon bra, then taking of mine. She was laughing half of the time. She pushed me into the bed and climbed on top of me. I lay on the bed, waiting for her to climb over me, when I saw Camilla. It was her, wearing that neon pink bra, and climbing over me.

"Camilla?"
"Whose Camilla?"

I snapped out of it, the blonde girl was on top of me, not Camilla. What? What did I just see?

The girl continued, kissing my face, and then moving herself onto neck. Then she lifted her head again. It was Camilla. Her fiery red hair and her perfect smile. Crap, I was imagining her. It was still the blonde chick. What was happening to me? It was as if Camilla was scraping the inside of my mind.

"Are you okay?"
The blonde girl questioned as she got off of me.
"Yeah, I'm just... In the wrong place."
I got up, putting my shirt on and walking out.

I went home. As lame as it seems, I was tired of  pretending that I'm okay. All I wanted to do, was come home and watch TV. Maybe get a warm drink like tea or hot chocolate. Maybe fall asleep on the couch. Maybe watch a movie.

I got home, opening my front door, everything seemed the same, the way I left it. I went to the bathroom to take a shower. I was tired, and all I really needed was to go to bed. I opened my bathroom cabinet, to find my shampoo and body wash when I noticed that the whole of the cabinet door was covered in red lipstick.

'Hey Evan, I used your fire escape exit to get back into your apartment. Some dude was chasing me because I didn't sleep with him. I noticed that you had cocoa powder, so I made myself a hot chocolate. I also watched 'The Notebook' off of your Netflix account. To be fair, I had a great time. Sorry for breaking in, moon-boy. Camilla.'