Honestly? It's a story in which every possible trope/cliché imaginable is thrown into ONE big book.
Come join this group of friends on their coming-of-age journey 🎒📓
⚠️Includes: graphic sex, violence, drugs, profanity, and some Spanish dialogue
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"Best friends become enemies, lollipops become cigarettes, soda becomes vodka, kisses turn into sex. Remember when getting high was going the highest on the swings? Or when protection was wearing a helmet?"
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Eduardo groaned, bringing his hand over his eyes to block the sunlight after Daphne shook him awake and repeatedly called his name.
"What?" he asked groggily.
His head throbbed as he tried to adjust to the light. He saw Daphne holding the sheets over her chest, revealing her bare shoulders that indicated she had no clothes underneath.
"What the fuck?" He sat up slowly, looking around to the clothes spread across the floor.
Though neither one could recollect every detail of their night, it was very obvious what they had done.
Daphne went straight to the point, asking, "I just need to know if you used a condom."
He sat there racking through his blurry memory. The last thing he wanted was to get anyone pregnant and it worried him that he couldn't remember. "I think so... I mean, I always do."
"No, no, no. You have to know!"
He shrugged. "I just remember being upset. You were talking to your ex... David brought Jack... we were drinking... um, Eva was there... I think..." Bits and pieces were coming to him slowly. "He spilled his drink on me... I came here to change... saw you... in your bra... we started kissing... aaand, you know..." He absolutely didn't recall any condom, but he nodded with certainty anyway. "Yea. I'm sure I did. Of course I did."
"Okay, then it must be around here somewhere." She swiveled her head around in search of it. "We have to find it to make sure."
She climbed off the bed with the sheets firmly wrapped around her, before realizing it would leave Eduardo sitting there fully exposed.
"Oh my god!" She turned her back to him. "Could you please put some clothes on?"
He reached for his boxers and slipped into them. He was about to tell her she could look now, but noticed the blood on the bed.
