Born in prison, in love with a cliché.

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"You had sex with your roommate?" She asks for reassurance. "Yes. And it doesn't sound so bad if you knew that we already knew each other for a year, but we've only really started hanging out for the last week or so. When we moved in together." I explain awkwardly. She makes it sound so bad.

"Yikes. I mean it doesn't sound so bad for a one night stand but if you have feelings for this guy, you're in for a rough ride." She says and I fall back on my bed. "I was afraid of that," I confess and she laughs. "Girl, you'll be fine. Just talk and if he doesn't want to talk then fuck him first. Guys tend to talk more after having sex." She says jokingly and I laugh a little. "Yeah, thanks for the help. I'm gonna go." I say, rolling my eyes. "Okay, goodnight." She says and I end the call.

I mean let's be honest for a second. Is a relationship really even what I want? I just got out of prison, my father decided it would be fun to run into my life, and I have no clue what I'm going to do for the rest of my life. I'm clueless in this world. In prison, there was no future. You'd just wait until the day you'd get released. What do I do now I'm done waiting?

I sit up straight and think hard for a little while. Then I hear the doorbell ring.

I walk out of my room and see Zach excepting some bags. "Food?" I ask and he looks at me when he closes the door. "You like Italian right?" He asks and I nod with a smile. As we sit down on the couch and eat there's a dead silence.

"Zach I think what happened last night should be a one-time thing." I start and Zach turns to me with a confused face. I take a deep breath and continue. "I loved last night, I did but... I need to figure out some stuff before I start thinking about other people. Right now all I'm doing is working at a dumb Starbucks and I have no idea what to do after that. I only know that this is not what I want to do for the rest of my life." I explain and slowly reality dawns on him.

He nods understanding. "So we'll just treat it like another one night stand then." He says and I look at him. "Zach I don't want to be just another girl you fucked. We talked about that." I say and he nods understanding it, but I can see the hint of anger in his eyes.

"Yeah, that's true. But you just asked me to let last night be a one-time thing. That has a name, it's called a one night stand. And as far as I'm concerned that just means you're just like the other girls I fucked." He says like it's nothing and I gape at him. "Are you seriously giving me a hard time right now for making myself my first priority?!" I ask in a mad tone and he shakes his head.

"No, not at all. I think girl power is very strong and independent." He says and looks me straight in the eyes. I spit out a breath and stand up from my seat. "Fuck you, Zach," I say and he laughs as I walk off. "You just said you didn't want to fuck me anymore." He says and it takes me all my energy not to smack his head against a wall right now. I slam the door and stay in my room.

It's almost 12 at night when I'm finally getting ready for bed. Reading again.

I look for my pajamas everywhere but I can't find them until it hits me. Fuck. They're still in Zach's room.

I sneak into Zach's room and look for my pajamas, when the lights of his room get turned on. I freeze and don't dare to look behind me. "Davina? What the hell are you doing in my room?" He asks mad and I take a deep breath as I stand up straight and turn towards him.

As I turn, I look at his bed for a second and spot my pajamas. I smile at him and snatch them. "I was looking for these. Now if you'll excuse me." I say and brush past him in the doorway. His touch burns my skin but I ignore the feeling and hide back into my room. I hate this. I choose for myself and this is what happens.