I like Camila's butt and I cannot lie

5 - Know the difference

I woke up with hair stuck to my face and the paper feel of alcohol on my tounge.

Light heavily seeped into the room in huge rays of sunlight. My head was a little fuzzy from the hangover I managed to aquire.

"No more alcohol for me." I mumbled as I attempted to get out of bed and I forced my eyes to open before turning my back to casually browse the room before wondering...

How did I get home last night?

I lay still as the sun blinded me, which forced me to keep them shut. Outside, I could hear cars speeding past and masses of students chattering.

I gathered myself together and very slowly, my hands held up my head. I sat up and endured the pain that was hammering inside my skull.

I went out of my room and looked at Lauren who was cleaning up her room casually, as though she wasn't grinding just last night.

"Woah! You look horrible, what alcohol did you drink last night?"

I looked at her blankly for a few seconds, unable to fully process what she just said.

"What happend last night?" I asked her distantly.

"Nothing spectacular. You got drunk. We played some shot games, you got more drunk. Then you made out with Luke." Lauren replied "That's just about it."

"Really? I like him, he's really cute." I smiled weakly.

"Yeah but you did that guy wrong. Making out with him after you swallowed Shawn's man juice, eww."

"What?!" I exclaimed.

"What? Don't tell me you forgot that you sucked off Shawn in the parking lot."

"No, I remember that. I just don't know how you found out about it."

Lauren laughed. "Have you seen yourself drunk? You have no filter whatsoever."

"Gosh, I'm so sorry that you had to hear that." I covered my mouth.

"I'm more sorry for myself but here..." she tapped on the bed, signalling me to sit and dropped her broom. "So, you're letting Shawn hit that now?"

"Oh... my gosh." I whined and sat next to her. "I mean, I guess so. We are both young and single. And we weren't looking for anything serious from each other so yeah."

"I know but I never took this thing seriously. When you told me about this thing between you and him, I hardly believed you."

"It's not that hard to believe."

"It is! Look at you, you're strong willed and you know what you want and when you want it. And you're definitely not sexually outgoing enough to have a fuckboy. And definitely not a fuckboy like Shawn."

"I know, it's so unlike me right? But that's the thing, he doesn't have to know about my sexual shortcomings, he thinks I'm a whole ass whore."

Lauren laughed. "You're turning into one though." She joked.

"Yes, and it's fun. You should try being a whore sometime."

"Hmm. Maybe, but definitely not with a guy like Shawn."

"Why not a guy like Shawn?"

"He's just an A class asshole, and an all round jerk. My fuckboy better have manners."

I rolled my eyes playfully. "See, that's where you're wrong. Boys with manners aren't fuckboys, they are called potential boyfriends. Learn to distinguish between the two."