“At least you didn’t cry this time,” my roommate says positively.
My feet walk of their own accord to the door, and I swing it open. “Get the hell out so I can get ready.”
“Love you too,” she says in a pretty sing-song voice before I slam the door shut.
Once it’s closed, I realize that I never answered her question about why I drank so much.
God, I wish I could tell her everything. How I drank that much because I’m overreacting over this deal with Cameron. Or how we haven’t been able to hook up this week because we were both too busy with midterms and I with my new internship, which I almost fucked up. And how my continuous Zumba classes, which usually help my level of stress, are helping, but not as much as sex with Cameron does. I grunt at how needy I sound in my own head. This is why I don’t do exclusive. Things become too complicated too quickly. Although, Cameron was right about one thing. We’re both too jealous to be sleeping or even flirting with anyone else.
Wait. If I was drunk, that means…I rush to grab my phone.
Ten in the morning? “Jesus Em, you couldn’t wait till eleven?”
I scroll through my texts and find the newest one that causes my body to stiffen.
Unknown: Are you ignoring me? I suggest you don’t Kamila. Happy Halloween –David.
And just like with the others I’ve received, I take a screenshot and hit delete.
Continuing my search, I find more consequences of my drunken stupor.
CK: Not that I don’t love your compliments on my dick, but now seems like an inappropriate time to sext since you’re obviously drunk.
CK: Call me if you need anything, Velma.
Cringing, I continue scrolling up through our messages and find that I had sent him a full-body mirror picture of my costume when I got back to the room. Thankfully, I fixed my dress and hair before taking it. However, that relief is short-lived when I scroll some more and see the other texts I sent earlier.
Me: I mis ur dick inside ov me and my mouth. U tasted so goo I want 2 taste u again
Me: Also I luk super duper hot righ now as velm from scoo b doo
No wonder he stopped responding after my full-body pic.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.My body shakes involuntarily at the disgust of my actions.
“Kamila Isabela Morales, get your ass out here. I’m hungry and dehydrated!” Em yells.
“I’m coming!” I shout back angrily while throwing on a pair of leggings and a school sweatshirt with our emblem of a wolf on it. Wiping off my makeup and pulling up my hair into a high pony, I decide that I look decent enough.
Fifteen minutes later, we’re at the dining hall, where I get coffee and start filling up my plate. The smell of bacon fills the air as I dump some onto my tray along with tater tots. At the egg station, I manage to convince the cooks to give me a side of sautéed tomatoes in the hopes of mixing it with my scrambled eggs. The combination reminds me of my mom’shuevos pericos. Of course, they’re not nearly as good or accurate, but still, it’s better than plain eggs.
Em and I find a booth and dig into our breakfasts. Levi and Jake aren’t answering their phones. They’re probably sleeping as I would’ve also been at ten thirty in the morning the day after Halloween. Jake is probably up with the girl he brought home. Levi isn’t quite over his ex and refused to take anyone up on their advances, no matter how many offers he received.
Em and I are silently eating when my phone vibrates and I quickly grasp it off the table.
CK: Now that you’re sober, I can tell you that you looked sofucking hot last night and I wish I could’ve fucked you in that tiny skirt.
It takes all my self-control not to press my legs together at his dirty words. Em is here, and we’re in public, so I control myself. Another message pops up.
CK: I also miss your mouth on my dick. The way you taste and your loud screams when you come.
CK: You look hot in that big blue sweater too. Especially with your mouth full of bacon.
Said mouth falls open. I take in my surroundings and come up empty. Then, as if he was behind me the entire time, I feel a tap on my shoulder, and my body goes rigid.
“Well, would you look at that? We need to stop running into each other like this.” He winks at me and smiles at Emma.
Douchebag. But a really good-looking and well-put-together douchebag. Too good for someone who was partying last night with his light gray hoodie, dark jeans, and perfect hair.
