Zero Out || M.C.

Two

Sex.

If sex was supposed to be done only with the person we would spend our lives with then we'd all just be a bunch of inexperienced virgins. And what's the fun in that?

The amount of guys I had done this with was too high to count. I figured if I already have a set soul mate, what's the point in dating? There isn't one. Why waste my time when I know I won't end up with any of these losers. So at the age of 16 I figured I might as well get some practice in. Meaningless sex with the hot guys I met at parties was just how I would do that. I why wouldn't I? I had my own place and could take someone home every night if I wanted to. So that's what I did.

I pulled my dress up to reveal more of my thigh as I stood outside of my car getting ready to walk into Lindsay's house for the party she was throwing. I didn't really have friends. I had people I partied with but not really any friends. Actually I only had one. A boy i had met in the 6th grade. He was so obnoxious, Ashton, even his name was obnoxious. He made it his life mission to become my friend so eventually I gave in and we've been inseparable ever since. He's honestly the only person I care to be around.

Ashton never really cared to party though so he was always back at my place while I went out. We didn't live together but he was ways at my apartment. And I mean always. I didn't mind. I liked that he was there to keep me company.

As I walked into the party I instantly spotted Lindsay who was beyond trashed already. She saw me and stumble over to me handing me the bottle of vodka she had in her hand. "Here!" she screamed into my face louder than necessary, "drink up slut! we need to find you a boy toy!"

I took the bottle from her and lifted it as to says 'cheers' and chugged the remainder of the half empty bottle.

9 shots and 45 minutes later Lindsay had disappeared up to her room with her boyfriend, leaving me to find a guy on my own. I had started to wonder around the back yard when I decided to just give up for the night. I pulled a chair out from around the fire pit and plopped on to it.

"Hey" I heard a voice say from behind me. I turned around to see a guy, probably a year or two older than me, slouched down in a chair with his feet propped up on the pit. I hadn't even notice him before although I wasn't paying too much attention.

"You scared the shit out of me." I gasped as I turned around in my chair to talk to him. He chuckled and ran his fingers through his hair as he shrugged as if to say 'sorry'.

"What's your name?" I asked, my interest in this attractive stranger growing stronger.

"Thomas" he said reaching his hand out to me.

I reached forward shaking his hand. "Romie" I smiled back.

"You uhh-you wanna get out of here Romie?" Thomas asked as he stood up from his chair grabbing my hand, pulling me up with him as I nodded.

Mission accomplished.

20 minutes later we were back out Thomas' house, a trail of clothing leading from his front door to his bedroom.

"You. Have. Beautiful. Eyes." He grunted in between thrusts.

I peeled my lips away from his neck and glared at him. "Don't talk." I demanded.

"Sorry" he apologized, completely out of breath.

"Didn't I just say no talking?" I rudely remarked covering his mouth with my hand. He nodded and winked as he tore his head away from my little hand.

He place his lips onto my neck, sucking and leaving sloppy kisses all along my skin causing a moan to escape my lips.

He grabbed my back and flipped us over, leaving me on top. I looked down at his sweaty body laying under me and decided it was time to finish him off. I slowly twisted my hips on him for a few moments before I finally finished, Thomas following a few seconds later.

I collapsed on to the bed next to him, both of us laying in silence, breathing heavily trying to catch our breaths once again.

We continued to lay in silence for a few more moments before I broke it. "Well, that was... Fun?" the words coming out as more of a question than a statement

Thomas rolled on to his side facing me, "totally" he smiled looking straight into my eyes.

I bore the eye contact by jumping out of his bed and grabbing my clothes that were in his room then traveling down the hallway to grab the others. "Well I have to go. Thanks." I yelled behind me as I had finished putting my clothes back on and started for the door.

"That's it?" Thomas called from his room.

"Yup." I yelled back. "Isn't meaningless sex great?!" I said slamming his front door behind me.

I suppose I could be a bitch about these things sometimes but what was the point in sticking around? He wasn't my 'soul mate'.

Since Thomas only lived a block from where Lindsay's house was I decided to just walk back to he house to get my car. I really didn't mind walking.

Just after I had reached her house I grabbed my keys from the shelf where I had left them when I walked in, and walked straight back to my car.

As I got in my car I reached for my phone in the center counsel, checking to see if anyone had called or texted me in the past few hours. Only one text from Ashton. Figures. Instead of opening it I just decided I'd talk to him when I got back to my apartment because we both knew he was there.

"Hey Ash." I called into my apartment as I opened the door and kicked off my heels. I peeked around the corner into the living room to see if he was there since he hadn't answered, but i didn't see him in his usual spot.

Being too lazy to look anywhere else I slowly walked to my room as I unzipped my tight black dress and pulling it over my head, throwing it on the ground of my closet as I passed it.

"Oh hey" I heard Ashton's muffled voice coming from my bed. "How was your night?" he questioned although he probably already knew the answer.

I grabbed a giant t-shirt laying on my floor and pulled it over my body, sliding into my bed next to Ashton. "Same old same old" I sighed as I turned myself over to face him. Ashton and I had ways slept in the same bed ever since we were 10. It was just a normal thing for us. We were so close he was like my brother it was never weird.

"What was his name?" he asked his routine questions.

"Thomas I think." A yawn escaping through my mouth as the words did.

"Lame" Ashton chuckled.

"Shut up" I playfully punched his shoulder. "Well I'm tired. Shut up so I can sleep" I complained.

Ashton rolled his eyes at me as he moved my hair from my face and leaned forward, kissing my forehead. "Goodnight Ginge." He whispered. He'd given me the nickname when we first met because of the color of my hair. I guess that's what I get for having fiery red hair.

"Goodnight loser" I whispered back before falling into a deep sleep.

Like I said, i would probably update twice today. And to be completely honest I'll probably do a third update today...maybe if I can write a good next chapter. Well I hope it's good so far. I hate reading my own work so you have to let me know if it's good or not :) vote and comment if you'd like