𝐐𝐮𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
❝ IF i'm just a ...
stupid twitch thot
then why are
your clothes still
in my room? ❞
IN WHICH alex thinks
he can just get what he
wants and...
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"Y/n," I laid quiet, hoping whatever annoyance that tried to pull me from my rest would just go away. "Come on you gotta get up," Alex spoke softly. I rolled over, facing the opposite direction of him. I buried myself deeper in the mess of blankets, but he yanked me out from beneath my huddle of warmth. I finally sat up, reaching to grab my phone. He stood across the bed from me with a smug ass expression on his face. In my 65-year-old-smoker voice, I teased him back. "What's with you asshole?" He shrugged. I looked around expecting an arrangement of voices to be in sync with mine.
But the room was surprisingly quiet. Awkwardness set in, as my brain started to put two and two together. "Where's the rest of the guys?" Maybe if they'd gotten here last night like they were supposed to, it wouldn't have happened. He dodged my question and shrugged again. "Beats me." I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, exposing the lower half of my body. I hadn't noticed how very little of me was covered. Gross. "Uh- have you seen," Glancing across the room, I saw him picking up clothes off the floor. Along with one of my bras.
He held it up, laughing like a horny 12 year old. Once again I wondered why I put up with him. "Ha ha ha. Sooo mature." I swallowed my pride and went to steal it back. With a blanket pulled across me, of course. Can't have him seeing something he might get excited about. He trailed behind me. "Trust me, it's not like I haven't seen it before." Even grosser. I closed the bathroom door in his face before he could get another word in. The blanket dropped from around my body, and I tried to take everything in.
Slowly running a hand down my chest I felt sick to my stomach. Hickeys lined my collar bone and followed down my stomach. I couldn't believe I really gave it up to someone like him. Never had I felt this nasty. The funny thing was I couldn't remember anything. I remembered having a bad trip, but everything after that was a blur. I yelled through the door. "What happened last night?"
