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Join Date: Jul 2008
Location: Yorkshire, England
Gender: Female
Posts: 12
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Dirty Little Secret
Oh not again…the sounding of the alarm clock rang in my ears. I hit the snooze button and lay with eyes open looking at the ceiling. Ten minutes passed. Thoughts and flashbacks of the night before flew through my mind. I’m so hung over…I never want to leave this bed again.
The sounding of the alarm clock rang again. I turned the alarm off and rolled onto my side, closing my eyes shut from the world. When I finally found the energy to get out of bed I made my way over to the calendar where I came to my senses – It’s my birthday along with David Hasselhoff (this man doesn’t need explaining, if you don’t know him there is something seriously wrong with you), Carey Hart (motocross racer) and Kyle Gass (Tenacious D). I was eighteen at last!
The night before, my friends and I went to a rock club in London. The most I could remember was Jamey, Melissa, Alexis and I shaking it on the dance floor and sharing seven rounds of shots. Which explains the shortage of memory, but believe me I’m feeling it now!
My phone started vibrating on the bedside table. It was a text from an unknown number.
“Morning. Had a fantastic night last night, I hope for more of that soon. I don’t think I’d seen you in the club before, until last night, but hope to see you there again. Scott”
I kept thinking to myself, who is this Scott? God I hope I didn’t do anything to embarrass myself. I ignored the text and tried my hardest to think what on earth happened last night.
After reading the text, I called Jamey, she sounded half dead as though she’s just woken up. Unable to hold in the confusion, I blurted out “What on earth did we get up to last night? All I remember is dancing and drinking, but this morning I’ve received a text from a guy called Scott, what is that about?”
“Oh god.” Jamey giggled “Well…where do I start. Last night, you befriended a very attractive guy. He told me he thought you were gorgeous, next thing I know your both on the dance floor doing things your parents would be ashamed of. I’ll be honest, you were both getting some really strange looks from people but when you’re drunk, you can’t be responsible for the actions you make!” Jamey started laughing again. “Then you came back to where we were sat, you flirted, you maybe might have kissed and you outright gave him your number then we left”
I could feel myself cringe with embarrassment. Why me? After I finished the call with Jamey, I thought to myself reading the text over and over again trying to decipher more in to that night. Do I reply to his text? Or leave it and pretend I never received it?
After I had a shower to wash the smell of beer and cigarettes from my skin and hair I went into the living room, seating myself on the sofa, my knees up and my arms folded across my chest. The sun was beaming in through the curtains almost blinding me. I kept thinking about the night before and who this Scott person is. I never give out my number, not even when I’m drunk. So what was so special about this guy?
I picked up the hi-fi remote off the coffee table, lay down and relaxed to the blissful tunes, almost falling asleep again. Just as I could feel myself drifting off there was a knock at the door, it was Jamey.
Jamey stayed around for an hour. We had a really good chat and we decided what to do about Scott. We decided there would be no harm in sending a message inviting him to come along to watch Dave’s band play at a pub tomorrow night, it wasn’t too long after that, which he replied. Truth is, I don’t think I could have waited another day to see him so I sent him another message.
“Oh, and if you’re not doing anything tonight a group of my friends and I are off to Mean Fiddler to celebrate my birthday if you fancy coming along. Everyone is planning to meet outside the tube station around 8:30. Let me know if you can make it. ”
Before I knew it, it was 4:30 pm and a couple of my flatmates were about to come home. I shared a house with 3 other people. Dave plays guitar and I used to sing in his band, Kim who is a legal secretary who we hardly ever see because she is constantly at her boyfriend’s house and Greg who hardly ever came out of his room. I swear I’d lived here for seven months at this point and I’d seen him about twelve times. Nobody knew what it was he did for a living, but he paid for his rent somehow.
I tidied the living room, cleaned what dishes were my mess in the kitchen and made my way back up to my room so I could decide on what to wear for my birthday night out. I’m very indecisive when it comes to anything and everything. Instead of making a full decision I sent a text Jamey, Melissa and Alexis to come over and help me decide. I set the mini-bar up in my room with shot glasses and a variety of different spirits upon their arrival.
“I think you should go for the denim skirt, your boots and that black polka dot top.” Melissa said whilst raiding through my wardrobe.
“Hmm, no. I think she should wear those denim jeans, which make your bum look fabulous, and your black backless top. You want to look hot and sexy for Scott, don’t you?” Jamey winks at me.
Scott hadn’t text me to confirm if he was definitely coming. He said he was meant to be going over to see a friend but there’s a chance they might be popping in to town for a couple of drinks.
“Yes, sounds like a good choice”
After the girls and I finished getting ready and had started the birthday celebrations we made our way to the tube. On the way I checked my phone about four or five times in hope that Scott would let me know if he was coming or not. Eventually Jamey had had enough so she confiscated my phone from me and said if anyone called or sent a message that was important enough she would let me know.
Eventually we made it to the tube directly outside the Mean Fiddler. We stood outside the entrance to await a couple of friends. I looked around to see if Scott was near by but it was dark and there were too many people that I couldn’t tell. I kept thinking to myself why am I letting one person get to me. I don’t even know who he is. Is the thought that someone is interested in me the reason why I’m so keen?
Jamey introduced me to some people she’d invited along. Two friends she knew from the call centre. Mike and Amanda. Amanda I’d actually met before at college. We used to be in a media class together, before I dropped out that is. Whilst we in the midst of conversation someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around, only to be met by the guy who I’d met the night before. It was Scott.
“Oh my god, that’s great you made it!”
“Happy Birthday!”
We exchanged a large hug. He rubbed his hands up and down my back. He introduced his friend, who actually turned out to be my flatmate Dave. Completely surprised at first, was this really such a small world? Turned out Dave and Scott went to school and Scott had also been to a couple of our shows back when we were in a band together.
We made our way into the Mean Fiddler and started with the drinks. I thought I’d take things slowly by starting with a Baileys but then it ended up having five baileys, which I was dared to drink as shots, one after the other.
Everyone began to make their way to the dance floor leaving Scott and I alone at the table. I learnt that he was twenty, two years older than me. He worked for an IT company as a website designer and we shared the same passion about music.
Scott crept forward on his chair to lean closer, “So, what made you realise you really wanted to be in the music industry?”
Oh god, THAT question, its embarrassing but it’s the truth, “Its weird, when I was younger, I had this vision. It was like I stood on stage, thousands of people before me, a band behind me and I just thought to myself – this have to do with my life. It makes sense, well to me it does. I love music, I always have…”
He sits back and smiles. “Well from what I’ve seen in the past, I think you’ve got a fantastic voice. Work hard and it will take you as far as you want”
I could feel myself begin to blush. Jamey was right. He was incredibly attractive. I grabbed his hand and pulled him up. “Come on, let’s get out of here…”
As we left the club, we crossed the road heading towards the park it was about 4 minutes to midnight. We’d been having a fantastic night so far and we seemed to have a great connection. He stopped and looked at me, stepping in a little closer resting his hands on my hips.
“Has anyone ever told you, how beautiful you are?”
I could feel myself blushing more and more. “No, why?” but what I really wanted to say is ‘yes but that’s only when its been 2am, I’m completely drunk and they only want a one-night stand’ But I thought the sensible answer would be much better suited.
He leaned in and laid a kiss on my lips. It felt so amazing that I could feel myself smile, almost giggling whilst we were indulging in a passionate kiss. The type of kiss you’d have during foreplay. In fact, if I’m honest, I thought about dragging him over to the tree for some frantic sex but my intentions aren’t that low.
“You really are beautiful.”
I smiled and look around. The summer rain began to pour down heavy. I took Scott by the hand again and together we ran towards the taxi rank. The moment we got back to the house, we couldn’t keep our hands off one another. We began undressing one another in the hallway. I’d pulled his t-shirt off and was kissing his chest. We attempted to make our way up the stairs, somewhat drunk and overwhelmed with passion we lost our balancing falling over one another. I grabbed his hand and guided him to my bedroom. Once inside I pushed him down on the bed, pulled off my top. Turned off the light, and things led from there.
When I woke up this morning, I was very shocked and somewhat angered. I was alone in bed. Scott wasn’t where I remember leaving him. I thought to myself, “was I seriously a cheap one-night stand?” I looked around the room; there was no note, no text message on my phone, nothing.
I pulled on an oversized t-shirt, brushed my hair quickly and ran downstairs. Dave was playing on his console smoking a joint, no one else was around. I made myself a cup of tea and sat by Dave.
“I didn’t realise you were friends with Scott?” I asked.
“I didn’t realise you were friends with him either but yes he’s a top lad. Did he make his flight?” he continued hitting the buttons on his joy pad.
I thought to myself, flight? I decided to let on that I knew more about Scott than what I really did and asked more questions. Little did I know Scott had gone to Canada for the next 6 months for work. I was so furious that he’d fucked me and left without even telling me he was leaving. I always seem to attract the wrong type of men and end up being let down. It’s time like these that make me realise just how vulnerable I am and how I should stop trusting people so easily.
I took my empty mug in to the kitchen and headed back upstairs. The last time I felt this betrayed was by an ex who told me he loved me yet when I went over to surprise him that weekend I found him in bed with another girl. Thinking wasn’t good and it was just making me angrier and angrier. I grabbed a pen and my notepad from my bedside drawer and began to thrash out my thoughts.
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