I wandered around for another half an hour.

Think about it, what else was I supposed to do? I think my welcome was overstayed when I slapped my host in the face.

Granted he had kissed me. The smarter part of my brain told me it was to shut me up because let's be honest, I'm not the most responsive of beings when I wake up from dreams like that.

But then there was the little idiot at the back that told me it was an excuse and he actually wanted to kiss me.

I snort, sipping my McDonald's coffee, fat chance.

He's hot, but I'm not going to listen to my horny and delusional reproductive system.

"But I've been empty for so long," talk about nasty, you horny hole.

"But he looks like he's got really fit sperm," I inwardly cringe. The stuff she comes up with.

I refuse to associate my brain with such unholiness; I am a child of our lord and saviour Jesus Christ. Even though I'm not Christian.

I continue slurping my iced coffee up. Maccies here was the only thing that was open at this time so here I am, spending the last of my money, texting Rita to bring me lunch today.

No way am I eating liquidised shit.

The guy behind the counter keeps looking at me. He's probably wandering what type of buffoonery I am on to be here having iced coffee in the middle of winter, alone, at 6.30 in the morning.

Ah well. I wipe the condensation left on my hands onto my jeans- I changed before leaving his house, and tossed his shirt onto the satanic couch.

I yawn, drained, and shift to the end of the booth, resting my back against the wall. I sigh, my eyes fluttering shut without me realising.

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Hey guys, short chapter today, sorry.

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-Aash