She left.
The girl who made what should’ve been the worst night of my life tolerable isn't here. Who am I kidding? She didn’t just make it tolerable; she made it fucking magical.
Her laugh, her voice; they were all I needed to forget my problems.
And now she’s gone.
But my problems remain.
Problems that won’t be fixed after one night ignoring them. Problems that, after last night, have only multiplied.
She fucked me and then left me.
“Fucking hell,” I mutter, dragging a hand down my face, smelling her perfume on my skin.
I sit up, scanning the room one more time, hoping that she’s coming back, but there’s no sign of her. No note, no number—nothing.
I guess she wanted to forget me.
“Fuck.”
I mumble to myself, wincing in pain as I toss my legs off the bed. When my feet hit the rug, I run a hand through my hair and then rest my elbows on my knees.
Why couldn’t she stay until I woke up?
I would’ve made it worth her while. Hell, I would’ve told her my real name, and asked her out on an actual date. Fuck the consequences. I don’t give a shit anymore. Not after finding out just how much my father lied.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
I snatch my phone from the bedside table, secretly hoping Tiff somehow figured out how to hack into my phone.
Honey:Hey, J. Just checking you were still on for the family breakfast this morning?
Nope. It's just reality slapping me in the face.
What the fuck am I doing? To her? To me?
I’m a fucking asshole because not only have I now cheated on the one girl at South Point Prep who gave a damn about me, but I was such a crummy lay that the girl who would’ve made it worth it left without even saying goodbye.
I drop my phone to the bedside table and fall back onto the bed, covering my face with my hands.
Idiot, asshole, pathetic, cheater, loser, bastard.
Each word gets louder as I scrub my face, growling in annoyance. As if those papers my father had hidden didn’t fuck up my life enough, I had to add the icing on the cake.
Honey’s going to hate me.
McKenna’s going to think she can have me.
But at this point, does it matter? I know the truth and it’s all fake.
Once Honey finds out, she won’t want me.
Hell, I don’t want anything to do with my father’s legacy now, either.
I close my eyes, thinking about Tiff and the little gasp she made when I pushed inside her. It felt so good, but it’s torture because I’ll never see that girl again.
When my phone playsThe Imperial March,I know I’m in trouble. It’s my father, and I’m late for the stupid brunch. Although, it could also be the fact that I left his office completely wrecked last night. Every book, every paper; I slashed them to pieces because it all really means nothing in the end.