Wingman

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I stared up at the ceiling in regret as I realized I was not in my apartment. I had told Benny this was going to happen again, but the bastard reassured me it wouldn't! My thoughts evaporated as the naked body next to me stirred, and a hand rested on my chest.

Please don't wake up! I need to get the hell out of here first. I held my breath as I pushed her away from me. The blondie mumbled something while I searched for my clothes, but I ignored her. I had found my boxers when her sleepy voice interrupted the silence. "Where are you going, handsome?" She tried to sound sexy but failed helplessly.

I'm getting the hell out of here, isn't it obvious?

"I need to go." My voice was emotionless, and she was lucky I kept it that way. It was either that or a tone of total disgust. This woman was a mess; I mean a complete disaster by that. Her hair was greasy and awkwardly styled. Her skin was oily and pimply; I remember turning her face as we had sex then having to wipe my hand after. Then there was that hideous nose covered in blackheads. She wasn't a plain jane- no, she was ugly, butt ugly.

"Wait! C-Can I get your number?" I almost turned to look at her when she asked that. Was she insane? Did she not see how fast I tried to get away from her? I shivered, remembering that I slept with that.

Bile rose from my throat. Benny was going to pay for this. "Absolutely not." I could hear the intake of breath when I bluntly responded. How could it hurt her? She was lucky I even had sex with her; had she not looked in a mirror?

"B-But we-" She was having a hard time breathing as I continued searching for my things. I had slipped on my shirt and boxers; all I needed were my pants and shoes. My eyes caught my jeans just as she started crying.

"You asshole! You said I was funny and-"

Funny looking.

My jaw clenched at the melodrama. Was she serious? I knew she wasn't a virgin, so why was she making a big deal out of this? I should be the one causing a scene. She was even uglier than last light.

"Look, I know you had a good time, so just hold on to that and leave me alone," I snapped, turning to the door. She screamed as I left, and I rolled my eyes, wiping my lips with the back of my hand. I was never going to be Benny's wingman again!

My vision blurred as the city lights blinded me. I could see my shiny black car from a distance, and lazily I walked to it. I cannot believe I'm doing the walk of shame barefoot.

My phone vibrated once I was in my car, and I bit my lip in frustration. I knew who it was; it was Benjamin.

I'm in the apt. why did you leave with the ugly girl? I just said to distract her while I got my quickie?

I wanted to punch something, better yet, him as I read the message. Benny knew all too well that I was a horny bastard when I was drunk.

Fuck You

I angrily typed and shoved my phone back into my pocket. I could see tiny droplets of rain splatter on my windshield and let out a groan. I wouldn't say I liked the rain; it was a mood killer. With the bit of dignity I had left, I managed to get back to the apartment and yet again let Benny convince me to follow through with our wingman pact.

He would pay for all the ugly women I had to put up with; one of these days, it would be his turn.