I started the car and began to drive away from Kris' home. As I was driving, I began thinking about the note and how I didn't notice when the man had placed it in my back pocket. Was I even going to text the number? Hmmm... I wasn't about to text someone who just wanted a quick fuck. Or was I? Several minutes later, I pulled up to my home. Where I was living was only temporary. It was a couple minutes away from the college I was attending. The minute I walked into the little complex I was staying in, Matt walked up to me. Shit. What the fuck was he doing out late anyways?
"What's up Carter? Listen, I was wondering if you could go out with me to the movies next week. It's not a date though. Just two friends hanging out." I'm running out of hints to give him. I'm not interested. He's a good neighbor. A little too good for my taste.
I simply shake my head and say "I'm busy." I can't help but feel bad for the kid. He's been trying to go out with me for months now, but I'm just not into commitment. I walked up the stairs and unlocked my apartment door. The first thing I did was hop into the shower. The intensity of the heat and water combined cleansed my thoughts. I let the water rush and hit my face. After I had gone through my hygiene routine and got dressed, I turned the tv on. I had missed a football game I was looking forward to watching earlier. Eventually I stumbled upon some late night cartoons. My favorite come on. Scooby Doo! A couple rerruns of old episodes I had watched more than a billion times left me bored. That gave me an idea. I still had the number from a few hours ago. I got my phone and texted it. I was gonna fuck around with the guy that had given it to me. This is gonna be fun.
"Hey papi." I immediately text.
When Kris and I don't go out to party we usually fool around with people by prank-calling or texting them. It's corny but it's fun as fuck.
Several seconds later, the guy responds with "I'm about to be the papi of that pussy." Wow, what a fuck boy. An Idea hits me and I suddenly smirk because of it.
"Is that so?"
He responds with, "It is so." It was time to change the game up a bit.
"So with that being said, do you want a naughty picture of me papi?" I can almost taste the laughter I'm about to have in a minute.
He doesn't hesitate to respond back with a tongue, squirt, and peach emoji. I immediately look through my photo gallery and find a picture of an old naked man. I sent it to him and burst out laughing. Papi my ass.
"Fuck you." At this point I was literally in tears. He should've known it was too good to be true.
"I bet you wish you could be fucking me right now." I smirk at how irritating I was being.
"I bet you want the D."
"I bet you wish I did."
"I don't have to wish for what's already true."
"You do if it isn't true."
After I sent that text, I knocked out. Thank God the next day was Sunday.
I woke up still sitting on my couch with my phone at hands reach. I checked a few of my texts and noticed that Abel wasn't in my notifications. Kris was. She had texted me telling me she was gonna come over. Sunday was our day to chill just like old times.
1 week later
The weekend had finally arrived. That meant another party. This time Kris and I were going to the club. She had just broken up with her boyfriend. Going clubbing meant new hoes for her. She wasn't really about commitment but when she was, she committed, real hard. I could tell she was looking to get fucked up tonight. She needed the self esteem boost.
When we arrived at the club Kris had began to make moves. I found a spot at the bar and already felt bored. I already felt the eyes of random men pierce through my face and body. That never fazed me though. I already receive attention without asking for it. This is just another one of those nights. After a few minutes of just looking around, my eyes had finally stumbled upon familiar others. The distinctiveness in their owner's hair instantly gave their identity away. To my surprise, Abel was at the club making his way towards me.
