I got an Uber to the house we had partied at to get my car. I didn’t see anyone. There were a lot more cars there, but no one was there to get them. The host, some rich girl that had sent out a mass invite, never showed her face. Might have wished she did though cause she was a major hottie and I think I do remember her checking me out a couple times before the police raid.

My roommate is gone from the dorm room. Good. He’s a dick. But that gives me time to start looking up things on vampires. It’s so weird to look up that shit. Like I wasn’t into that vampire craze several years ago. I didn’t get into that Twilight bullshit, which surprised what little friends I had managed to make back home. Like just cause I like to suck a dick doesn’t mean I’m all into girly vampire shit.

Anyways back to my Google search. It looks like I was right about the thing about vampires being unable to enter a place without an invite, which doesn’t explain how Ice Eyes got into my dorm room. Also they can’t enter holy ground, but she kept bringing me into a church. Sunlight makes them burn. I honestly haven’t seen the bitch in sunlight so I can’t confirm that. But then I see that there’s like a shit ton of classifications just based on when the vampire was written. Like the OG vampires are one thing, but then there’s like some Anne Rice vampires, and modern vampires. Each one is different. This is more than I can handle right now.

I close my new laptop and crawl into my bed. I could use a distraction. I unlock my phone and look at my apps. Do I wanna hit up a friend or pull up a hook up app? The question is answered for me when I get a message from Jake.

Insane party Dude.

Fuck yeah. Did you get out safely?

Fuck Dude I crawled out of a window and into some bushes in only my underwear.

That would have been a sight. I add in the tongue emojis too.

Me and him hadn’t really discussed what had happened at that one party, even if everything had happened again that next morning. Honestly I was scared to ask. Jake was a cool friend, probably one of the realest I had. He took my bisexuality like I had told him my favorite pizza topping, which is pineapple because pineapple does go on pizza. I didn’t want to lose him as a friend just because either his drunk, horny self did shit he didn’t really want, or that his curiosity had gotten the better of him. He never brought it up again either, and he seemed to be the same Jake that I knew before all that.

Psh, you know it would have been a sight.

Party plans tonight?

Nah. Feel like staying in after that shit.

Don’t blame you. I got lucky and got away.

Dude come over and chill. Got the new Call of Duty. Let’s 1v1.

You’re on.

Might not be a sexual distraction, but it was a distraction.