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"Code red." Was the catch phrase they expected us to use in times like this. The group chat my friends created was made to talk about hotties, mainly because hotties makes everything better.
"Tell us."
"Spill rn."
Sara and Mariana's responses came in first. My thumb began to work it's way all over the key pad of my dysfunctional phone.
"I met Canadian hottie and ran away from him, now im stuck in the toilet. #soembarassing!"
"Who tf is Canadian hottie??!" Sara asked.
Mariana's typing bubble appeared, then disappeared, then it appeared, making my hands clammy in nervousness.
"YOU IDIOT!! I DON'T KNOW HOW, BUT YOU WILL FIX THIS ALL ON YOUR OWN, AND IF YOU DON'T, YOU WILL FIND SOMEWHERE ELSE TO STAY BECAUSE OUR APARTMENT.. NO MY APARTMENT IS OUT OF BOUNDS TO YOU, YOU ANNOYING FUCK!"
I swallowed after reading it. It showed she went offline.
Then she reappeared,
"AND I MEAN IT!" she went offline again.
Mariana took hotties very seriously, it's scary sometimes.
"Wow, seems like a lot has happened without our knowledge." Quinn piped in.
"They literally talked over our heads, we literally don't know what is going on." James added.
I sighed, my friends were the least people I should have asked, because just like me, our attention span was short, we did not focus on a single thing for a while, we always ended up getting distracted.
"Guys please.. I need your help."
"You will totally tell us everything later, but for now, just be you. I mean, go back there and pretend it didn't happen. If the topic comes on, you swerve it and be sexy instead! You literally have what it takes!" Sara advised.
"Thanks, you've been so kind." I add a kissy face emoji. And go offline.
Two deep breaths, and I walk out of the stall. The full length mirror showed me someone that was hot as fuck, I even managed to look confident, but inside, I was a mess. I tucked in a few strands of hair that managed to slip out of my bun before nodding at myself.
When I got out, he obviously wasn't there. I felt myself sink in despair, of course he wasn't going to wait around for me, who did I think I was anyway. I slowly walked back to my post, hoping to God that one guest didn't come in when I was in the restroom and then wander into the building, if there was a guest like that, hopefully he doesn't get lost.
"Wow Lisa, you're the absolute worst. You let one hottie escape your hand just last Friday night, and now you let Canadian hottie go? How are you going to ever get action when all you do is let them go?" I punctuated every sentence with banging my head on my Oak table.
"You're letting go of your brain cells as well. Splendid. Make yourself even worse in the head." Zach commented.
I sit straight up.
"Do you know where he went to?"
"Far away from you I hope."
I grunt in annoyance. Zach was a hottie that was as annoying as he was hot.
"Go away Zach."
"Ahh, you want the last hottie to leave you too, takes guts."
"Then will you do me then?"
He let out half a laugh.
"Why did you embarrass so much? He was coming on to you, I thought you even wanted it, well, until you ran away. He looked confused, then awkward before he left."
As I rode the bus home, I asked myself, why did I run away? I should have been more clear headed about it. Unfortunately I ran away like a little bitch.
I went straight to the drag queens house, I could not face Mariana alone.
"You literally disobeyed Mariana. Takes guts." Quinn said as she let me in.
"Can everyone rest with 'takes guts' it's getting annoying." I made air quotes when I spoke.
"You stay here, you spill."
There apartment wasn't better than ours in terms of space, But it was designed to the core, everything matched everything, unlike our mismatched couches and curtains.
"Wow, I'm totally ashamed to call myself your my friend."
I fell face flat on the bed, I was ashamed to be my own friend.
"You don't think I'm ashamed of myself?"
"I know a really good plastic surgeon, he'd change your entire face, we won't even be able to recognize you." James suggested.
"I can't even afford that. I'll have to manage my face like that." I wave her off dismissively.
"Speaking of hottie's, I heard you met one at the club.. and you ran away from him too.. will you ever stop running away?"
As I laid in bed, by 3am, devoid of sleep. The question Quinn posed at me earlier threatened to overwhelm me. For a few months now, I've been with Edmond only. And we weren't serious, anything that seemed more than that was scary.. I didn't want it to go further than that.
So I ran. Each time someone outside my comfort zone came around, I always ran away. Always.
The problem of having just one job was also there, waiting, watching, looming over me. The debt that hung over me mocked me and my one job. I set a mental reminder to search for a job tomorrow.
My eyes fluttered open, the room changed, this one was unfamiliar. The walls were white and bare, best part about it, it was spacious. I laid on a bed, it was soft, softer than mine. The sheets were silky, and instantly I knew I was dreaming, but I smiled and sunk deeper into the sheets.
I felt something wet lap at my thighs, I wimpered in pleasure.
What the fuck?
The tongue caressed my inner thighs, running up and down my legs. Stopping only to give me kisses on my inner thigh. The lips pressed against my vagina, making me shiver in pleasure.
Straining, I raise the upper half of my body to face the culprit.
He was staring straight at me, then he winked.
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