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Wren

11:56 p.m.

What the hell did I just do? Did I just express my emotions back there? Holy crap. I meant it though. That’s what scared me. And… this couldn’t have been worse. She was with Noah now. And that was that. She didn’t love me. Obviously. But, oh well. I’d find someone else. Ariana sat in the back seat.

“You told her you loved her?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I sighed, slamming my head against the steering wheel.

“That’s sweet,” she noted.

“Well, she was chewing Noah’s face.”

“Who says that?” Ariana laughed, “But what?!?”

I sighed louder.

“But you two belong together.”

“Apparently not,” I whispered.

“I’ll talk to her,” she winked.

“Don’t,” I groaned, “it’s not that simple. Vampires can get hooked on one person for a lifetime. And I think that’s what’s happening to me. And... her… well… she obviously doesn’t want me.”

“Obviously? She stood up for you. Doesn’t that mean anything?”

“Yeah. She’s like my little sister that fights for her big brother.”

“You gave me a nasty thought. Stop talking.”

“Gladly,” I moaned.

“Anyway,” she continued.

Man, this girl was annoying.

“You two… did it?”

“And why should I tell you that?”

“Because. She’s my best friend.”

“Then ask her.”

“Shit, man. I’ve never had such a bitchy teacher before.”

“Ariana,” I moaned, “please shut up.”

“I can’t. I hate silence. I always will.”

“Do you see her?”

“No. I have no idea where she is. I think she needs some time alone.”

“What the hell did I do?”

“You said… those words.”

“You make them sound like they’re some evil thing.”

“Well, they are.”

I shook my head.

“Can you drive her back? I’ll take my car tomorrow. I’m going home,” I said.

“No!” she shouted.

“Why?”

“You two need to talk. You can’t avoid each other.”

“Well… watch me.”

I walked out into the moonlight, watching Ariana’s glare as I searched for a taxi. I finally got one. I told the driver to take me to the nearest bar. I walked in, sat on a stool, and ordered a drink. And kept ordering one until someone tapped my shoulder. It was a girl. A hot one too. She had this itsy bitsy, teeny weeny, dress on. It hugged her tightly and enhanced her boobage. That’s not a word.

“Wanna dance?” she asked.

I was too drunk. I just nodded. She grabbed my hand and led me to the dance floor. I didn’t know what was happening. I kept drinking. I had a helluva good time. She grinded against me. I felt her small butt against me. Her friend joined her. I felt so good. I ordered one more drink. And another. And another. Until I passed out.

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The next morning I was in a strange place. The bed sheets were leopard printed and the paint was chipping off the walls. This wasn’t my apartment. I got up. I wasn’t wearing a shirt. Or pants. Or socks or shoes. Thank god I had my boxers on. I didn’t want that to be the first thing I saw in the morning. I looked around me. Two girls. I barely even looked at their faces. They were smeared with cheap makeup and their clothes were all over the floor. One of the girls was wearing my shirt. The blonde.  I needed that back. I kinda tapped on her shoulder.

“Hey,” I said, ignoring the pounding in my head.

She moaned.

“Yeah,” I whispered, “I need my shirt back.”

“No,” she said playfully.

It wasn’t cute. I mean… she wasn’t ugly. But… you know. I looked at the other girl. There was blood on her neck but she still had a pulse. Shit. But I don’t think I bit her deep enough. But shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. What did I do?

“I’m serious,” I said.

She got up. And she took it off. Revealing everything. And I jumped out of bed like a lion and puked my guts out. Wow. That made her seem repulsive. But no. That’s not why. I felt like I had just gotten pregnant. If I was drunk still, I swear I would’ve gone out and did a test. I just had to pee on them, right?

“Babe,” she said, ignoring the vomit, “you ok?”

God. Was she that dumb?

“No, stupid bitch. Obviously not. I just puked all over your floor and ask if I’m ok?”

She started to cry, waking the other girl. Her brown hair was messy.

“You made her cry?” she asked angrily.

She hissed. And her fangs showed. Holy crap. And the crying one did the same. Holy crap. I was such an idiot.

“I didn’t know you two were vampires.”

“Of course,” the brunette said.

She flipped her hair.

The blonde one stopped crying.

“Why were you crying last night?” she asked me.

“I was crying?” I asked, disbelievingly.

“Yeah. You were crying. It was really hot.”

“Damn,” I whispered.

She smiled.

“In love?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I whispered.

She patted my head.

“I’m Addison,” the blonde one said.

“I’m Lola,” the brunette said.

“Wren.”

“What’s her name?” Addison asked.

“Sofie,” I said.

“That’s cute,” Lola noted.

“Yeah.”

“You regret all this don’t you?”

“Yeah. But I had a threesome with you two. That’s ok with me.”

They laughed.

“But I feel really bad,” I said, contradicting myself.

They smiled. We talked a little and I went home. I had one message waiting for me. I pressed play.

“Wren… sorry I couldn’t see you yesterday. I just didn’t wanna lose my temper in front of Luna. Is Sofie with you? Are you two even together? My parents think the engagement is still on. They told me they didn’t get a chance to talk to you yesterday. And honestly, I think we should get married. Let bygones be bygones. I still love you, Wren. And… I want us to be happy. I know Sofie’s not with you anymore. Noah told me all about it. Ooops, wasn’t supposed to tell you that. Oh well. Well bye, Wren. Call me back, baby.”

I picked up the phone and dialed the number.

“What do you want Savannah?”

 

 

 

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