Time to get out

Do you regret it?

Matty's tattood shoulder had provided a perfect pillow all night. It was about mid after noon when we both woke up, groggy and still tired. He smiled at me, rolling deeper under the covers and pulling me with him.

"Matty" i laughed as he blew raspberrys on my neck and shoulder. "Matty stop!" I said, kicking my legs as he continued.

"Sorry, sorry." He said, mockingly brushing the hair out of his face and dusting off his shoulders, sitting up against the head board and pulling the sheet over his naked lower half. "Just got a bit excitied." He winked.

"I'll let you off." I stood up winking back at him and slipping on one of mattys big black shirts that hung half way down my thighs. 

"Harps i may have to fuck you again if you start wearing my clothes like that."

"I just thought i better clothe myself before going to get some water. the smoke last night totally dried out my throat. Do you need some?" He nodded.

"Come back soon." I opened the door, looking back at him. He pulled the sheet lower down his stomach to his hips. I looked down at his shirt, hiking it higher up my thighs.

"Com'ere." He whispered but i shook my head, closing the door and head down the hall that i vaguely remember from early this morning when we stumbled up here. 

Last night we got really high, higher then i ever had been, and after laying watching the stars Matty and i somehow ended up upstairs and from there we fucked. Not sure how but i sure as hell dont regret it. I smiled as i held the wall down the stairs, still not trusting my wobbly legs. 

Steph's POV

I lay facing the wall, not sleeping at all last night. I slept with Luke. Why did i do that? Do i regret it? DId he know it was my first time? Of course not. Would he care? Should I care? What if he regrets it? A million things went through my head as i lay there, not moving. After a while Luke stirred beside me. He rolled over placing a hand on my shoulder but for some reason i closed my eyes, pretending to still be asleep. I felt his lips on my shoulder before he hopped out of bed and i heard him open a few draws as well as a tin and some paper. I slowly rolled over, curiosity taking over me and pretended to just wake up. Luke lent against the desk wearing only a pair of boxers. His hair was a mess and a single tattoo wrapped around his bicep. A thin ciggarrete hung from his lips which made me feel sick. All through highschool I had faught with Harper about her doing drugs. She knew the whole truth, was even there when it happened but she still smoked. The 'it' that sickenes me to my stomach was my brother, Zach. He was 5 years older then me and OD'ed when Harper and I were in 10th grade. Thats when she started hanging out with those people and the night Zach died she was at the party, even saw him there but had no idea until the ambulence showed up the next morning. We dont talk about it though. About him. Not even my parents like to bring him up. His name is like a swear word in our house and because of that, amoung my friends.

So now, seeing this guy that i just slept with, doing the exact thing that killed my brother, i was weirdly infuriated.

"You're awake." Luke's deep voice said from accross the room. I nodded looking to the ciggarete in his fingers. He held it out to me and i shook my head.

"No come on. Have some."

"No thanks."

"Steph? Why not? Have you before? I thought you had?" He came over to me, handing it to me.

I got scared, pushing his hand away. The joint dropped from his hand, landing on the sheets and leaving a small blackened hole. "What the fuck?"

"I'm so sorry." I stood up.