Hours later, I went out of my room and found no one. I decided to go out and drink. I went to a local bar and asked the waiter for some shots. I did mention before that if I drink, anyone can take advantage of me. But I didn’t care, since in my opinion, everyone despises me. I drank until I was drunk. It was the worst feeling ever. I want to vomit again. And this time it will take a lot longer than before. At that time, I don’t remember Patrick’s friends over at the apartment. I was drunk and I want to have fun, like everyone else. It was then that I realized a lot of guys have been drinking with me. I decided to dance and party with them.
It was late in the night and I had to go home. I said bye to the guys who danced and partied with me. Before I was able to go out of the door, someone grabbed my wrist. I turned around and saw this young, handsome guy. He was about twenty-two years old. Well, he’s not that young, I guess. I think he was with me, when I was partying.
“You look really drunk, miss.” He said, with a concerned look on his face. “Come on, I’ll drive you home.” I agreed. We rode on a black VW Bug. I kept silent and it was then that I felt my head getting really dizzy. The night was really cold and I didn’t get to bring my jacket. When we were about the turn left, the stoplight went red. I just noticed that this handsome guy, who I’m with, shifted his position to face me and kiss me. It was the best. He tasted like beer, and I guess I tasted like one as well. The stoplight went green and we were still there, passionately kissing like hell.
It was me who broke the kiss. I looked at the stoplight. It’s the fifth time it went green. Wow, the kiss was really long.
“Why don’t we go over to my place to continue?” He suggested.
“I’m sorry.” I said. “I feel really dizzy drinking all those shots. Just drive me home.”
So he drove me home and he guided me upstairs. So when we were already at the door of my room, I told him, “You can go home now.” I smiled. “Thank you.”
“You’re drunk. I’ll take you to your bedroom.” He said, still concerned. But it was obviously to lose my virginity. Tricky guy.
“Okay, whatever.” But it didn’t matter to me, anymore. I’m already old enough to experience THAT kind of thing. I opened the door and to my surprise I saw Patrick and his friends in the dining table, drinking and having fun.
I saw Patrick, looking dumbfounded when he saw me. “I thought you’re in your room.” I heard him say. I didn’t respond.
The guy, I’m with, asked, looking at Patrick, “Do you know him?”
I stared at Patrick. He was looking back at me. He was looking like he wanted to tell me: What are you doing, drunk and with a guy, at that? Are you crazy?
“No.” I finally said. “I don’t know him. I don’t know him at all.”
I took the guy-I’m-with in my room. I can clearly sense that he’s getting excited. He sat on the side of my bed.
“I’m sorry about the room, it’s kinda small.” I said.
“It’s fine.” He smiled. “BTW, I’m Walker. Twenty-six years old.”
I nearly choked. “You’re what?” I gasped. “Twenty-six?”
He nodded.
“You look like you’re twenty-three.”
“A lot of people tells me that.” He simply said. I was shocked and I realized, this guy was older than me. “Don’t worry. I don’t have a family, okay. And I’m not cheating anyone.”
I phew-ed. “That’s good to hear. But you still look like you’re twenty-three. I thought I was older than you.”
“Who cares? You look like you’re twenty-four.”
“Shut up. Don’t kid around with my age.” I said.
“No, seriously.” He insisted. “You look twenty-four. I look twenty-three. Don’t you think we’re a perfect match?” He asked.
“You’re hot. I’m not. How can that be perfect?” I asked him, sarcastically.
“You’re beautiful.” He gently said.
I turned around and looked at the mirror. He was right. I was beautiful. He went over and hugged me. “Are you ready?”
I nodded.
I can feel him undressing my clothes. It was a nice feeling. Maybe I’ll finally get a boyfriend after all. Although, I was wondering when’ll I get the chance to undress him.
He kissed me. I kissed him back. We weren’t doing anything yet. We were just touching and kissing. But we were wearing far fewer clothes at that time. I was under him. He was doing all the work, he kept on nuzzling my neck. I kept on moaning.
Before we can do something more hideous, Patrick banged the door open. “Hey, old lady. My friends went home already. Why don’t you send your ‘friend’ home as well?” He said. I can clearly sense the shock Patrick has when he saw me and Walker in a really unpleasant and awkward position. I can imagine him—mouth dropped open and eyes popped.
“Wh-what are you doing?” Patrick asked. Ha! I knew it. He’d be shocked.
“What do you think we’re doing?” Walker asked back, sarcastically and he gave Patrick a look which says: We were about to do it, why did you come and destroy the heavenly feeling both of us were having? “We’re trying to have sex, of course.”
“Eh?!” Patrick shrieked.
“That’s enough for today.” I finally said, getting up from the bed and picking up Walker’s clothes. “Walker, we have to stop here for now. You should go home and rest.”
“What?!” Walker asked. “Why? Is it because of this kid?”
“No, Walker. I’m just tired.” I gave him a smile. “I did have a wonderful time, thanks to you.” I winked right back at him.
Walker went home and I dressed myself, since I was wearing only my undergarments. I didn’t notice Patrick still at my room’s door he was observing me with dark-lidded eyes.
“What?” I asked while putting on pajamas. “Why are you still here?”
“You guys didn’t do it, did you?” He asked.
“We were about to.” I replied. “But you came so we weren’t able to.”
He frowned. Then he went closer to me and whispered something in my left ear. “I’m sorry.” He whispered. “It’s my entire fault why you ended up bringing that Walker here. I’m sorry.”
I was standing there, listening to his voice which was so close that I could feel his breath tickle my skin. My heart was beating real fast. I’m not in love; maybe I was just surprised that he said ‘sorry’ to me. He barely even say that word. Then he backed away. “Well, I’m gonna go sleep.” He went to his room and he never looked back.
