My fucked up love life ii

A week later,

And so, there I was like a damsel in distress hoping someone would suddenly appear and rescue me.

A place full of everything I hate and yet nobody forced me here, I came on my own in the hope of a nice guy, boyfriend, or even a life partner.

And just like the gossip in high school, the conversations lacked any substance or meaning. Chit-chatting about this and that. Social media stuff and some bitches and fuckers praising how good their partners were in both appearance and in bed. Talking about different types of drugs which I never knew existed. Nothing changed not even after pouring everything I could down my throat.

It was all so pointless and tiring to the extent of hating and wasting myself over trivial matters that I couldn't be one of the coolest bitches with a nice figure, big boobs, and a bigger ass for attention. Being a flat girl from head to toe was my biggest flaw and then came my eyes. I couldn't see a darned thing without those big round glasses.

How was I supposed to play cool with those flaws?

Blame it all on the influence of my friend who promised to kick asses but that motherfucker ended up dumping me at the very last minute excusing herself that her Moma was home and couldn't make it.

I mean, my parents are also strict, very strict in that they would lock me up over simple things but here I was dressed in sweatpants and a padded bra trying to have a thing on my chest

I should've just told her first thing in the morning that I had plans with my family.

Maybe I shouldn't have been excited that the school hunk had arranged the party at his home which turned out to be a bar.

But still I came

Maybe I shouldn't have crushed on him. He's the biggest jerk from hell. A self-centered bastard who would do anything for fun. In short others' sadness was his happiness. He's got this cheap plastic slut who thinks she's at the top of her game. I hate her because she's got the man and me, haha... I have nothing

"What on earth was I even thinking about?" I groaned almost ripping my hair off my head

Watching students boozing, doing drugs, and swinging their hips and asses up and down, holding themselves like nothing mattered except them and enjoying themselves like there was no tomorrow made me even angry snapping something that I had buried deep down in me.

The fact that nobody gave a shit about my existence drove me nuts that I felt like my head would burst open any second. And the fact that I had no one to blame but my timid self.

I chuckled a self-pity laugh as I grabbed one of the bottles. I don't remember the brand and it's not like I care but I will never forget how bitter that shit tasted, regardless I didn't leave a single drop inside.

I wasn't that good at tolerating alcohol. That was my first time drinking. The world below me started rotating and everyone was standing upside down.

Just as I stumbled to what I thought was the door, my head was as heavy as an elephant and my legs were so jelly that they couldn't support my full weight. I felt someone's hand over me, that same familiar feeling and warmth. My heart bumped like it wanted to rip my chest apart and then everything around me turned black.

.....

"Good morning sleepy head. Hope you had a good and sound sleep despite the trouble you caused me?" A voice rasped as soon as I opened my eyes

I was unfamiliar with the place, bed, scent, and clothes, I screamed my lungs out to the extent of bumping my head on the headboard.

However, my mind went blank at the man's word. "What the hell happened last night?" I screamed in my mind covering my face with my hands due to the embarrassment.

'Don't tell me that the jerk had his way with me?'

I grabbed the pillow angrily, for a second, I forgot about how my parents would react knowing their precious sweet girl spent the night out with a stranger -in his house.

I started throwing fits at the stranger in his bed but he didn't move. He grabbed my wrist and squeezed it into his long fingers making sure I would feel the pain.

"Is that how you usually say thanks to the person who saved your sorry ass?" He asked.

"Save? My ass! What kind of savior have their ways with a drunkard? My clothes, my glasses?" I jumped out of bed only to trip myself and land straight on my stomach. I couldn't see anything because I didn't have my glasses on.

I staggered into the room, focusing my eyes so that I could at least observe my glass but to no valid.

"Searching for this?" The man's voice rang and then I felt his hands putting my glasses over to me. I whispered a soft thank you.

For sure, guilt was killing me because I knew that nothing had happened but I couldn't bring myself to accept that he had touched me and changed my clothes for me. I don't remember anything of last night apart from recalling myself getting wasted.

I didn't even get to look at his face but according to the room designs and furniture, he wasn't a simple man. My mind screamed for me to flee away before I regret.

"I have to go." I picked my bag from the side of the bed and pulled his overcoat to cover myself. I wrapped myself into the overcoat and made sure I had covered myself well" I will return this once I get home," I said as I ran out of the room.

How stupid of me to think that I was in the man's home. It was a hotel and I had no time to check.

'Mother is gonna kill me.' I reminded myself as I ran as fast as I could, barefoot. I boarded a Boda-boda back home but only the Lord knew how many excuses I tried to cook up in my head.