The Experience Buddy [Completed]

Chapter 18: Hero's voice

Warning: Coarse language used (Sorry I didn't count the number of times used but Hero promised me that he will dial it down on the profanities so...🤷🏻‍♀️)

Note: For the full reading experience of this chapter, please listen to "I Like Me Better" by Lauv on repeat.

My name is Hero Beauregard Faulkner Fiennes Tiffin.

Too long?

I commonly just use Hero Fiennes Tiffin.

Still can't remember?

Okay fine, just 'Hero' then.

So where should I begin...

Let's start with the night when I first met this girl whose name is Emily Lee.

It all began one night at a party that my friend, Hugh, suggested we throw at my place to celebrate the start of Sophomore year. Saying how we survived one full academic year in Stanford, in such a cutthroat society, etcetera etcetera.

Load of bullshit.

He only wanted to get laid.

But I did throw the party anyway. Because, why not?

In the middle of the party, I was making out with a girl, who I don't even know what her name was, in the guest room. She threw herself at me and I have nothing to lose. In fact, I think I'm doing her a favour. We used the guest room because I hate it when people intrude my personal space so I had the door to my bedroom locked and windows shut tight.

Things were escalating as the girl pulled my shirt over my head when I heard the door creaked open. The girl continued to press her lips onto mine, then moved to my chin, then my neck. All the while I was focused on the soft knocking sounds against my floorboard. Not that I mind if there was someone else in the room, in fact, whoever that is, if she's hot she is free to join us. If not, well, he or she can stay as an audience.

Then I heard retching sounds coming from the bathroom. I pulled myself away from the girl and went to see who it was. The mood was definitely ruined.

When I stood at the bathroom door, I saw this petite figure hovering over the toilet bowl, gagging non stop. Her long brown hair was covering most of her profile so I couldn't see her face. She tried to prop herself up on her elbow using the toilet bowl but failed to do so. Then she tried to stretch her arm to reach for the flush and failed again.

She looked so stupid. I bit my lips in an attempt to hold back my laughter. Her big, watery eyes were like those of a lost puppy's. She kept staring at me, looking all dazed and confused, and when I think I was done watching her make a fool out of herself, I leaned closer to her, wanting to help her get up.

"I want to brush my teeth!" She cried.

"Huh."

What did I just hear?

She was probably drunk talking but that was the weirdest thing I ever heard from a drunk person. I pulled her up but she was a feisty one. And fucking stubborn.

Good thing her vomit didn't get onto her clothes. I wanted to get her out of the bathroom but she clung onto the sink tightly. How can someone so tiny be so strong? She kept insisting on brushing her teeth. I should have left her there but I guess she wasn't the only one who was not thinking straight.

I left her on the bathroom floor for a moment while I went to get a new toothbrush. That girl really calmed down after brushing her teeth and I was surprised, by her and by myself. The only set of teeth that I have ever brushed was my own until now.