Evil Be He Who Think Evil

All in a days time

My head hurt. I peel my eyes open slightly and the light pours into my vison blurring it with tears. I could feel my entire body throbing and acheing under the pain of a unknown force. A arm. Theres a arm draped sloppily over my chest and my head is propped up by another.

"Oh shit." I mumble slowly removeing the toned arm from my body trying not to wake the sleeping man next to me. I located a clock hanging above the strangers bed. It read 9:12AM.

"Dammit im late for class my professor is going to kill me!" I shout wipeing the makeup residue off my face and quitely makeing my way to what i assume is the living room. As i walk out of the bedroom i notice just how....expensive the place looked. It was a upscale apartment farely high up in the building. It was mostly white and very modern with lights imbedded into the ceiling and rounded counters and a huge full wall aquarium with beautiful tropical fish of many colors and sizes.

"You look like a lost puppy in a house built of bacon, love." A low dark voice sounded from behind me makeing me jump and twirl around dropping one of my stiletto heels right on my foot. I drop all my belongings and grab my foot in both hands while doing some sort of chicken dance.

"Ow ow ow owwie." I wine as i chicken dance my way over to the couch. A throaty chuckle comes from the man and as he walks over twards the kitchen to get something i get my first good look at him. Hes absolutely beautiful with black hair that was tossed and turned from a nights "sleep". His back is finely sculpted showing stunning shoulder blades and i notice small scratch marks on his back. That must have been me. He is wearing boxer briefs and he almost resembled a Calvin Klein modle.

"Here." Hes says handing me something wrapped in a paper towle. I was to busy studying his body to notice what he was getting but it turns out to be an ice pack.

"For you foot." He points out in a playful tone. My eyes shift from the pouch to his eyes. Oh my god his eyes. There florescent green and blue makeing his stare intence and hot. I place the pack on my foot and let out a slight groan of pain.

"I dont mean to be rude or anything but um who are you?" I ask looking down as i feel my face begin to redden.

"My name is Matthew Beckham and i think we fucked last night." He said promptly rubbing the nap of his neck. "Unfortunately i dont remember it, so would you mind telling me who you are?" He said cocking a small smile in pride.

"My name is Max Leveingston, nice to meet you." I laugh extending my hand out to Matthew. "I-um i am late to class so i have to go. Thank you for the night Matthew." I giggle "Even though i dont remember it." I pick my things off the floor and hand him the ice pack.

"Hey you can call me Matt and is there any chance i can get your number?" He asked in a strong confident voice. To be honest this man wasnt half bad. He was nice and polite plus he obviously had to have been good in bed concidering i left scratches on his back.

"You know.. yea actully. Why not?" I scoff quickly writeing my number down on his wrist. "Goodbye." I shout halfway out of the door. I hear him shout something back but im in to much of a hurry to have heard him.

~~~5 hours later~~~

I flop down on my bed and embrace the cool sheets as i strech my limbs out. My eyes droop closed and i feel exausted from a hard day in class. Just before i fall asleep my phone buzzes in my pocket and i jerk my eyes back open. I fumble for my phone and when i get it out of my back pocket i see i got a text from an unknow number.
Unknown: Hey is this max?
Me: Yes?
Unknown: Oh thank god its Matt haha you wrote your number down kinda sloppy so ive been trying to combine the the numbers that i couldnt read
Matt: i think i got like 2 mexicans 1 asian take out place and a very angry grandma
Me: Hahaha oh im sorry about that i was late to class
Matt: Its fine at least i finally found you haha
Matt: Hey can i call you?
Me: Yea go for it