I woke up from the sun shining through the sheer curtains. I yawned and rubbed my eyes before I turned my body around to face the drunken guy I met at the club last night. Yes, I remember everything that happened last night pretty clearly, I wasn’t even that drunk last night when I met this guy. I got off of his bed and I picked up my clothes from the floor and put them on when the guy woke up and he was rubbing his tired eyes.
“Thanks for last night, um, I really should go right now so,” I said while picking up my purse from his couch. He looked at me in disbelief, “But, can I at least know your name?” I bit my lower lip and I walked to the front door from his bedroom with him following me behind, his house was small but it was very nice. I faced him one last time before I turned the doorknob and said, “My name is Victoria Anderson.” I walked out from his house, smiling to myself because of the sun shining, making my body feel warm. I saw my car and I unlocked it before I drove back to my house.
My mom bought me this house when I decided that I wanted to live alone and I decided that I was going to work and do what I wanted to do. They said that they were going to find me a nice apartment to stay in but instead, they bought me this house. It’s small and it’s really simple and there’s a lot of paintings in my house, I paint them myself . Most of them are abstract since I don’t really know how to paint but still, these paintings really lightens up my house.
I unlocked the front door and I instantly walk to the kitchen to grab some croissant and make a cup of tea for myself. I set everything on the coffee table and turned on the television before I sat on my couch. I grabbed my phone and called my best friend, Lauren.
“Hey, Laur, I just got home from this guy’s house and I thought that we could I don’t know go shopping or I don’t know Laur, I’m so bored,” I groaned.
“I’m with Collin we’re going out for lunch . . . or breakfast I don’t even know, it’s only 10.45 so, yeah, I can’t go. And why are you still sleeping with strangers? You should go on a date with someone and stick to that someone.” She exclaimed.
Ah… Love.
Love is a thing that makes me sick. I don’t believe in love. I mean, why have a boyfriend when you can fuck every guy you want, right? Being in a relationship is so . . . complicated. You waste your time and energy for a person that you love? Why? Don’t you get tired of the same routine? Fall in love, heartbreak, tears, tears, tears. Until you finally drown and believe that you’re never good enough. I remember watching my dad leaving my old house when I was 9 years old, leaving me and my mom alone. And now, I am a 21 year old slut. Everyone calls me that but, I don’t give a fuck so yeah, this is me.
I finished my croissant and tea, took a shower, and lied down on the couch and I just stare at the ceiling for a while, thinking. And, I felt my phone vibrated on the couch. I groaned before I lazily grabbed my phone, Lauren’s calling me.
“Hey, I forgot to tell you that, Collin’s band is performing tonight at this place. And, I want you to come and watch his band perform,” she said. It was clear that she’s excited for tonight but,
“I don’t want to go,” I said. “I’m so tired and sleepy. I’m not in the mood.” I said, simply.
“But, you were in the mood this morning. So, come on. You can—” she sighed, “You can meet one of his band mates and I don’t know…”
I rolled my eyes, she was the one who said that I should go out on a date with someone and stick with that someone this morning and now? “Fine,” I took a deep breath,
“I’m in.”
