Over the week I spent my time writing nonstop essays and talking to Jenny; Well, Jenny talking to me about Matthew. Nonstop.
She couldn't believe that he actually spoke to me, the level of excitement that she had was overbearing.
Today is Friday and I don't have class today so I'm gonna go to the record store.
Finishing my cup of hot coffee, I made my way to the shower and changed my clothes.
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I wish that my hair was more curly. Like, if I get out of the shower and leave my hair out to dry by itself, it'll be pin straight. I hated it.
That being said, I decided to leave it as it was and focus on my makeup which never really took long unless I was going out with Jenny or something.
Finishing my makeup, I grab my keys and head out.
November was my favorite time of the year. The weather was great and it just gave me a good feeling inside.
The record store wasn't that far from my house it was only like seven blocks away.
Manhattan was somewhere I loved. The people here don't really care about what you're doing. Let me be more specific.
In the Hamptons, it's a suburban area and no one has anything better to do except be in your business.
But in Manhattan everyone has somewhere they're going. They have their own lives so no one cares about what you're doing.
As I approached the record store I tucked my hands in my pockets and walked into the little building.
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She was right. I did live in a condo, I just didn't have women licking my toes. A chuckle escaped my mouth.
The girl from last night turned around and put her hand on my stomach and he leg on mine. I was shirtless and she was naked.
I had no use for her anymore.
Getting up, I swung my feet off the bed and the cold shocked me.
"Mmm, baby come back to bed." She puts her hand in her dirty blonde hair.
I would be lying if I said I remembered last night. I was blackout drunk and coked out of my fucking mind.
Lighting a cigarette I pushed my hair out of my face.
"Get the fuck out." And with that I walked to the kitchen got a bottle of water and drank it. I could hear the door slam before she yelled "Asshole!"
I smirked and walked into the bathroom where I would continue to brush my teeth and shower. I fucking reeked of alcohol.
For some reason I couldn't get that girl from the other day out of my head. This wasn't even like me. Thinking about a girl all week like a pussy.
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