●ACELIN●

Another day, another fuck.
Not great, but satisfying enough.

Beside me was Adrienne.
Blond, pretty and everything you could possibly want.

She would come over every once in a while, suck me off, fuck and leave.
But that was okay, I didn't want anything more.

Lately, I haven't been feeling like myself.
This was the first time I called her to come over.
She was usually the one asking.

They always did.

I looked at Adrienne under the blue silky sheets, she was asleep already.
She looked peaceful when she was asleep, a heavy contrast to when she was active and awake.

Three words.
Loud, obnoxious and annoying.

Why I continued to have anything to do with her was beyond me.
I'll attribute it to the fact that she was always nearby.

But then again, most of the other girls were too.

She knew I didn't let anyone sleep in my bed, but she always tried to anyways.

I brushed her head with the tip of my fingers "Wake up Adrienne, I'm heading out."

Her eyes opened momentarily, smiling at me "Already? Or is this just because you dont want me to sleep in your bed?"

"A little of both." I say, getting up from the bed.  "You should probably get up too."

She ignores me, but get's up anyway.
She quickly gets dressed and makes her bed hair much more presentable.

She mumbles something about me being a complete asshole.
It was nothing I wasn't already used to.

"I'm leaving Ace, thank you for today." she says, walking to the door with me right behind her. "Call me more often okay?"

"I will, drive safe."

I shut the door before she could ask me to give her a kiss.
I was an asshole, but I wasn't that bad.

Shit like that will lead her on and I wasn't ready to deal with the whole "You broke my heart you shitbag." thing.

Jace, Cole and I were having the day out.

This includes going to the club, getting slightly wasted and yes, another fuck.

I wasn't particularly interested in any of these but I needed to my head on straight and my shit together.
I don't know if this is going to help but there's no harm in trying.

I decided to have a really hot shower.

Hot showers we're one thing I loved.
To me, there was just something about the way the hot jets of water hit you and the relaxing feeling it gives.
I tended to stay too long in the shower so I made a mental note not to stay in for more than a couple of minutes.

I got dressed soon after and I decided to head to the kitchen.

I walk over to the fridge and its emptiness greets me.
No food? Great.

It wasn't that I couldn't afford it, I just couldn't cook.
I remember almost throwing up after my few attempts at cooking.

I usually had female friends who loved cooking come over and whip up amazing meals.
They offered to come over and cook for me most of the time since I was cooking impaired.
They enjoyed cooking and I personally enjoyed eating.

I decided to skip the food since there wasn't any and head out.

I get out my car keys, get in my car and drive off.
I decide to blast extremely loud music in the car.
I didn't want to give my head any chances to overthink.

"What's up with you man? You're acting so out of it." Jace nagged. "Dont tell me you've started getting periods."

"Very funny asshole, I'm good. I just need to relax a bit, get my head straight."

"We're here for you alright? I'll even give you a kiss if you need one." Cole teased.

Jace and Cole.
One of the few guy's I actually cared about and didn't hate.
Our friendship goes as far back as to when we we're just kids playing on swings till high school and now college.

We rarely had arguments but the few times we did, we sorted it out soon after.

"So, who's got your eye Ace? There are so many beautiful women here. " Cole asked.

I downed another shot. "No one, I just need today to fucking end already."

"C'mon man, what's wrong with you? Your energy is affecting my energy and we can't have you affecting the life of the club." said a frustrated Cole.

We talked, laughed and had more shots.
I was feeling better.

Jace had already left with some random girl.
He did this every time he fought with his girlfriend.

Fight- sleep with someone else- get back together- then fight again.

And thus, the cycle continues.

I had a few girls come up to me, run their hands through my hair and rub around my torso.

I hate to disappoint but not today.

I knew at the back of my mind that trying to get wasted and having sex with a complete stranger wasn't going to help me get my head straight, but I hoped it would.

I decide to walk around and look for Jace and Cole.

But those two assholes are nowhere to be found.
I text them saying I'm heading home just in case they magically sober up and decide they didn't want female company tonight.
The exit of the club is unusually crowded with drunk girls, guy's that were having issues keeping their dicks in their pants and a random person spraying alcohol.

I decided to head out back since the main exit was crowded.
The only thing is, the back led to some alley that was considered dangerous.

In summary, dont go there out late because you most likely will get mugged.

But now, I had no choice.

I walked outback and made sure my fists we're ready to punch any crazy bastard that tried to mug me.
I walked fast, but carefully.
I could hear muffled sounds, was someone crying?

I decided to ignore it since it wasn't any of my business and minding my business was a great skill of mine.

However, the sounds kept echoing in my head.
Crying and lights sobs that I couldn't ignore anymore causing me to follow my instincs and turn around.
I decided to walk around the alley a little.
The sounds of someone sobbing here, in this dangerous alley wasn't something I should ignore.

But as a person, I had rules.
And that includes minding my damn business.
But this was an exception.
I was just being a good citizen right? Yeah, whatever.
When the sound got louder, I knew I had found whoever was crying.

I walked a little to the left.
A woman?

I looked down, she was on the floor.
And the floor was covered in vomit and she reeked of alcohol.

"Miss, are you alright?" I asked.

But she wouldn't respond, she just kept crying.

I decided to touch her dusty head, I couldn't make out her facial features properly but in front of me was a broken woman.

I couldn't let this go.

I gently raised her head up and I recognised her almost immediately.

Camille Ray.

I know her and didn't like her.
Not for any particular reason.
We go to the same college, she thinks she's better than everyone and had a fucking bad attitude.

But, there was something about her that made you want to know more about her.
She was beautiful hands down but that wasn't just it.
You could tell that there was more to her than just her physical beauty.

But she was lying in a pool of her own vomit, not to mention the fact that she's here in this creepy alley.

"Can you talk ?" I ask, wanting to know if there was anything I could do to help.

"Immm drunk." she giggles " I'm happy here."

I sigh, she's completely out of it and totally wasted.
I grab her as she slurred her words and occasional profanities.
She points to her luggage beside her and I grab that too.
I had to make sure that she was alright.

I proceed to carrying her and her light luggage to my car.
I'll take her home, get her cleaned and she could leave in the morning.