The Morning after -

My head felt like a crumbling pile of bricks, just opening my eyes hurt like a motherf***er, cant even curse in this damn book. Anyway what in the hell happened last night?

*groans*

WHO IN THE HELL MADE THAT NOISE, did i really bring a girl home last night, ah jeez, Why does this always happen to me? Well, if there's one thing i do know, is how to send a chick home after a hard night. Be gentle but firm. Alright here we go.

Hey miss, sorry to wake you u-

As i pull the covers off my late night guest, nothing could have prepared me for-

KEVIN??????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

no , NO,NO,NO,NO, no no no no. What? How? I need to remember exactly what happened yesterday. I remember we went back in, and i took so many shots to drown out Lez’s horrid singing. (That’ll teach me not to go on extravaganzas like that ever again.) Then, one by one people left until….

*FlashBacks from last night come flooding back*

Oh. My. God. Now isn't this just fantastic, not only did i sleep with Kevin, It seems i actually enjoyed it, but wouldn't you know i barely remember it. God I hate these cliche wattpad situations, you could blame your beloved author for this one. No, I can't hide out like this. I have to talk to him, reassure him… let him know that I'll forget last night and won't say anything to anyone..

okay

Hey K-

Noticing his face and observing him, seeing how peaceful he looks, I couldn't do it. Not yet I can't wake him up right now. He is gorgeous. Even while sleeping, I can't help but gawk. He was the only thing that lit up my sh*tty dorm. In that very moment, I found myself wanting to preserve this moment, wanting to linger in the rush of having him at my bedside. Will he freak out? Regret it? Never wanting to speak to me again? All of that didn't matter at this moment. No matter what he may think, I found myself wanting to stay like this forever. Realizing the one thing that's drawing me in..

•

"He isn't like me."

Not in the slightest. You're different, different from me in every way possible, and even though I found myself happy it also saddened me. We are too different. No matter how cliche this moment is and no matter how much I want to linger within it, the hard reality is, this is as far as it can go between us… Nothing more… So this is where it has to e-

"Alex you're awake?"

that damned voice.

"I guess we both fell asleep, but about last night-"

I have to cut it off. Now.

"Kevin, nothing happened."

I have to stop this before it begins.

k- "huh?"

"Nothing happened and that's where we'll leave it. I won't say anything, so you shouldn't either. I'll go call you a cab so you shou-"

As I turned to face him, there it was. That expression that I know all too well. The same one from all those years ago. Something between hurt and desperation. And in the moment I knew I was doing it again, I was hurting him.

"No need. I can take myself home."

That tone shift was deadly, if his words were a gun, then that tone would pull the trigger.

He continues -

"We don't need to speak to each other ever again. This is where we leave things."

He gets up to get ready, He grabs his things to leave. Every fiber of my being wants to move and stop him. To explain why things can't go on. But once again I find myself frozen.

"No hard feelings though, I get it."

He looks back and shoots me a smile, this smile was cold and fake. Like he was trying to hold it together so I don't see him vulnerable.

"goodbye Alex."

*SLAM*

Just like that my room was darkened…

As it always was.