One Nightstand with The Bad Boy

"Oh, my god!! I can't believe this is happening to me!" I exclaimed, clutching my phone tightly, tears welling up in my eyes. "This is all your fault Cheska! You said you wouldn’t leave me alone, especially when I’m drunk! Oh my god!" I lashed out, the weight of my emotions bearing down on me. "I was looking all over for you. I told you that I was just grabbing a drink and that I’d be back, but when I got back you were gone. I'm sorry okay!?" Cheska's voice trembled with concern, her words a mix of regret and reassurance. "I'm on my way. Are you still in our apartment?" I inquired, wiping away my tears, attempting to compose myself despite the turmoil raging within. "Yeah, I’m still here. I'll wait for you and then you can tell me everything, okay?" Cheska's voice was a lifeline in the chaos of my thoughts. "Okay, I’m hanging up. I'm sorry, it's not your fault, it's me. I'm just, oh god." I struggled to articulate the whirlwind of emotions consuming me. "I understand, Mia. Just calm down and we'll talk when you get here, okay?" Cheska's comforting words eased the knots in my stomach, if only slightly. "Thank you, okay. Bye," I murmured, ending the call with a heavy heart, the weight of my mistakes bearing down on me. Cupping my face with my hands, I felt the frustration and anguish gnawing at my insides. How did I let things spiral out of control like this? How could I have been so naive? As the cab approached our apartment, I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the conversation that awaited me. I needed to face the consequences of my actions, no matter how painful they might be. What should I do? I replayed the events of the night in my mind, grappling with the reality of what had transpired. I had given my virginity to him, a decision made in a moment of vulnerability and confusion. But why him? The question echoed in my mind, a testament to the turmoil I was drowning in. I stepped out of the cab, my heart heavy with regret and uncertainty. It was time to confront the aftermath of my choices, to seek solace and guidance from the one person who had always been there for me—my best friend.