Sex // Emilio Martinez

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Scarlett didn't just wake up with a raging hangover, she also woke up with regret. A lot of it. She knew she probably shouldn't have revealed so much information and let Emilio see her so vulnerable, but she also knew that being drunk may have made her emotional but being hungover made her emotions ten times worse. Which is why she wanted to skip the whole morning after bullshit and get to work before Emilio woke up.

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"Hey Bran." Scarlett smiles looking up at him while she organizes the books at her job.

"Do you want me to just leave your iced mocha next to the cash register?" Bran asked already walking over to it

"Sure"

Bran, short for Brandon was another one of Scarlett's boys. She had a lot. There was a dude who had a pretty rad rooftop where he smoked her out. He listened to the same music as her and they would just get high all night so she enjoyed him a lot. Then there was this dude who still felt like a stranger to Scarlett but regardless he was still her go-to for local band shows, movies, food dates, etc. she didn't like him, but she really loved him in a 'let me take care of you, you need me and why don't you love me yet?' kind of way. There was also number three on Scarlett's list of the boys who broke her heart. Her ex boyfriend, Chris; who she texted all the time and is probably the reason she distances herself from everyone. He's also the guy she doesn't ever want to see in person again because that would force her to handle her problems head-on and who would want to do that? Of course, there's Emilio. Emilio is an odd boy on her list because he makes her feel good. Not just physically but mentally. He cares about her a lot and that scares Scarlett. But it also gives her some sick kind of happiness because Scarlett likes validation, but not too much of it, then all she wants to do is peace out. Emilio gives her just enough though. She plays a game with him and it goes a little like this "if you like me, you're losing the game everyday." Emilio might be losing, but slowly he is making her lose too. Then there was Brandon. Brandon knows her work schedule, but not in a stalkery type a way. More of a "I really like the way you blow me so I want to show you I care so you'll blow me more" kind of way. He brought her mochas and a decently long conversation everyday she worked. She liked the conversation and the coffee, but not the thought. It gave Scarlett a little too much validation.

"Do you want to come by my place later?" Brandon asks

"Can't I already have plans, stop by next time I work though and I should be free." Scarlett says smiling

Brandon walked out aggravated at the constant rejected he was getting from Scarlett. She was blowing him, just blowing him off. Ever since she met Emilio she's been blowing off a lot of her dudes. Not tonight though tonight she was going to Nik's the guy with the cool rooftop.

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Scarlett walks into Emilio's room around 12AM, with a sandwich in her hand laughing hysterically at some stupid meme on her phone. She was so obviously stoned.

"I haven't seen you all day where have you been?" Emilio asks worried

"Work." Scarlett nonchalantly shrugs

"Last time I checked the book store closed at 8."

"Okay detective Martinez, if you would like to know my every move I also went to a friends."

"You smell like weed and your eyes are red. Are you stoned?"

"Yeah anymore questions? For a guy who bitches about me smoking cigarettes so much you don't do much to prevent me from smoking them hearing all these damn questions you ask as soon as I walk in the door, god damn." Scarlett mumbles pulling a cigarette out and walking to the balcony.

"Don't walk away from me. Why are you like this?" Emilio says angrily, walking out to the balcony.

"Are we really going to have one of these conversations again?" She scoffs

"Yes."

"Like what, Dr. Martinez?"

"I don't know. So cold and indifferent. Why are you always fucking people that don't care, why are you always out getting fucked up."

"You know it's such a weird concept to understand. I'd say it's a feeling of it being a part of and apart from human interaction. I can be in the moment and not with the person. I can see myself looking at us, hearing them, and still wonder if this perpetual state of living in third-person omniscient is lonely forever. I just realize that we're all alone and for all the times I've had sex, I was only in bed doing it because I wanted the person to never stop liking me. Sure I like sex, it feels good but I liked the fact that guys will want me after it. As for me getting fucked up all the time, there's this quote and it goes like this 'you chug a fifth of alcohol by yourself and everyone around you is too busy cheering to wonder how empty you had to be in order to do it.' I've realized during the course of my life that boys will always hurt me and so I keep myself arms length away. I'm broken Emilio, but I don't need to be fixed. Understand that.

"Will you tell me about Dan now?"

"Will it make you shut the fuck up?"

"Yes."

"Dan may not of been the first boy to break my heart but he sure as hell was the one to break it the most." Scarlett says leaning against the balcony looking out.

A/N: **please read lmao** do you guys wanna see smut? I feel like vvvv awkward writing it but I'll def write some if you guys wanna read it! Cause I mean isn't that what you're here for ?