𝐋𝐀 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐄 | 18+

three

GETTING WASTED ON a school night, or any other night rather, was definitely not a good decision. My head pounds wildly as my vision became hazy due to the intensity of light shining through the room to which resulted in me rubbing my eyes with the back of my palm trying to ease the source.

"Holy shit" I breathed out. It was the only words that I could think of. My mouth was as dry as my ex-boyfriend's texting skills back in freshman year, not to mention the jolting pain that blared through my entire skull.

"Holy fucking shit" I muttered again, this time I attempt to pry my lids open and roll over the mattress, but the hangover has made me failed regardless.

Another "holy shit" was being said as I slammed both of my eyes shut. Fucking noted. I jot down a mental reminder of how I would get a grip the next time I drink.

My body was sore as hell, it feels like I had gotten run over by something...or someone, it was unusual to feel all these soreness as my typical hangover go-to was only the aching in my head not my whole muscles especially the one down there. "Holy shit" I let out for the third time, or fourth.

Putting all of my energy to finally sit up, I glanced over the alarm clock on my bedside table. As the realization finally kicks in of today's day and date, I jumped up abruptly, suddenly completely awake but still unaware of my surroundings. "Holy shi-"

"-Is that the only words on your dictionary?"

My eyes went vastly wide as I stopped with whatever I'm thinking of doing, by all means, I was shocked, my body went stiff while the unfamiliar voice ringed through my ears. Hesitantly, I slowly but steadily did a slight 180 only to be greeted by a buzz-cut dude with a set of green orbs and all that preppy typical high schooler that all the girls are dying to have.

"I'm assuming ur silence means a yes." A hoarse voice was once again taking over my eardrums, I winced and rubbed my temple. What the fuck happened last night? did I even get an orgasm? if I did get one, fuck I should've at least stayed a bit sober.

"Who the fuck are you?"

With a hand still on my forehead, I tried to manage out a decent tone.

"Now that would be me asking, why the fuck are you in my room?"

Glancing around at the room that apparently is not mine, I ruffled my blonde hair and took a much-needed breath followed by an extra cuss "holy fucking shit indeed."

"Now now, no need to be all stressed out angel face, we had a good time last night." I cringed at his pet name. "I'm Ryder by the way, you?" he winked and stretch his muscle. "I'm leaving," I answered with a groan and swing my feet ready for my departure.

"Angel face, I don't think you want to let the world see..all that." he snorted while motioning his index finger up and down. "although I must admit I do love the sight of it." he continued with a smirk.

I gave him a questioning glare but as soon as I followed his eyes that trailed up from my blue iris down to my pink pedicures, I immediately cover up my body, which was not-so-surprisingly naked as the day I was born.

"You sh*t head." I rolled my eyes while searching for my piece of clothing that was nowhere to be found. "I swear to god Rydick, where the fuck is my dress?!" I huffed and took the pillow that was scattered on the ground before throwing it at his sorry face but was easily dodged.

"Rydick? Do you want to ride my dick? I'm honored angel face." A wide smile flashes on his face making my anger rise. "I refuse to waste my time with you, I have school to attend to." crossing my arms to my chest, I spotted his closet which made me bite back a smirk.