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SEXUALLY ACTIVE

LISTEN TO - MOWGLI'S ROAD BY MARINA AND THE DIAMONDS

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CHAPTER ONE - SEXUALLY ACTIVE

Head pounding, breathing heavily and heart pumping fast, Nicholas Pennington abruptly woke up in a very uncomfortable, memory foam bed.

He tried to sit up but find that he was not able to do so properly as there was something--or rather, someone--on his left arm. Nick quickly glanced and groaned quietly.

Another night completely wasted, another girl's virtue taken. Yet, despite this, the British boy did not feel any remorse.

Quietly, Nicholas slowly slid his arm out from under the girl's sleeping, naked body. Sparing a final glance at her, Nicholas strained to remember her name; was it Amy? Maybe it was Danielle. Possibly Halley.

Nicholas didn't spend another minute trying to remember what she was called, instead he climbed out from understand the covers so that he was now sat at the side of the bed with his legs hanging over the stranger's bed. He hadn't even noticed he was in the nude himself.

What club had he gone to this time? Was it even in Beacon Hills? A fond memory of the Jungle played across Nicholas' mind and he let himself smile at the thought of a whole night of free drinks from drag queens and Danny Māhealani.

Jumping from the bed to the hardwood floor, the British lad curled and uncurled his toes in a futile attempt to warm them up. Whilst rubbing his eyes, Nicholas searched for his pants and other pieces of clothing.

It didn't take long, the path of destruction that a night with Nick left was so clearly seen. The girl's room was tidier than most teenagers and Nick's clothes were the only mess in the room.

Nicholas found his top first, and as he pulled the white fabric over his head he was hit by a sudden memory of the night before.

The female teen feverishly unbuckled Nicholas' belt as he yanked his top off, the two furiously crashing their lips together only stopping to breathe briefly and to wait for Nicholas to throw his top to the floor.

Next came Nicholas' underwear and he quickly popped both legs through before grabbing his black skinny jean that were almost perfectly balanced on the door handle to the room.

Nicholas was pushed onto the bed, slightly shocked because the girl was unusually dominant, much different to the one at the bar. Did he leave with the right girl? In a way, Nick was glad because this meant Nicholas wouldn't have to put in as much effort as normal but still reached the same results.

He quickly tied his converse's laces and stood up slowly, unsure as to whether or not he had brought a jacket. He shrugged, thinking that if he couldn't remember if he had a jacket it mustn't have been very nice.

His eyes scanned for a clock to tell him the time and he found it was nearly ten o'clock at night. Shrugging once more, Nicholas went to leave.

On his way out he saw a name on the door he assumed was his sexual partner's.

"Halley," Nicholas repeated, his voice hoarse but the name was familiar to him. "Totally knew it." He said smugly, sassing himself.

When Nicholas left the house, he found himself in a neighbourhood he did not recognise and Nick knew almost every nook and cranny in Beacon Hills (if you know what I mean).

Sighing heavily, Nicholas pulled out his packet of cigarettes and slid one in between his dry lips. He let it hang there as he put the pack away before lighting the cigarette. The British boy inhaled deeply, letting out a large cloud of smoke. He then began to make his way through the only familiar looking thing around him; Beacon Hills Preserve.