Confession #25:I had a buddy that I grew up with since we were in 5th grade. We are like brothers and always watch each others back. We even go to the same college.
A weekish ago his family went on vacation and let him tag along. While he was gone, I went to a Halloween party with a couple buddies I have class with. Everyone was having a great time, and the beer was flowing like wine. I hooked up with this smoking chick, and truth be told, if she wasn't as blitzed as she was, I prolly wouldn't have hooked up with her. It was nearing the end of the night and I had only been talking to her for awhile. Three things cursed me here, the lack of lights, her face being hard to recognize, and the fact that I was on the verge of getting sick.
Here comes the part that I never saw coming in a million years, and makes my statement about her being out of her mind completely false.
Because it was a Halloween party it was mandatory dress up. I was Mario, and this mystery girl was a zombie-cheerleader(face all gruesome, but body 'untouched'). We ending up stumbling back to the house my buddy and I rent. THIS is were I should have taken notice. The zombie-cheerleader, while stumbling seemed to know the way. We *cough* had fun that night until I just fucking passed out. I wake up the next morning and she is gone, not one trace of my mystery zombie-cheerleader. I chuckle a little bit and go to take a shower. I hear the door opening as I am drying off (people are always in and out of our house, we hardly take notice anymore). I come out while putting my t-shirt on and see my buddies sister came in with some McDonalds. She wasn't able to go to on the vacation because she had some big sporting event she had to attend.
I smile and greet her and ask if she got me any McDonalds. I know her like my own sister because our families have been friends so long. She just started college this year, and my buddy and I are seniors. She smiled and said she 'certainly did'. This is roughly the next part of the conversation.
*I start chowing down on an egg Mcmuffin*
Me: My head is killing me from a party last night, I drank entirely to much and hardly slept.
Her: Well duh.
Me: What do you mean duh, what did you do last night.
Her: What do you mean?
*she walks over to where I was sitting as she said that and was kind of glaring at me*
(This is where my life changed forever)
Her: I was with you all night.
I literally started chocking on my McMuffin. I coughed some of it up and it got on her leg, she got grossed out and walked into the kitchen to clean her leg.
It felt like my mind was racing and my heart was beating a million times a minute. I just had sex all night with my best friends sister. Then, one thing popped into my head like a ray of light. I sprinted up stairs to my room and flung open the door. I hurdled my dirty cloths to the garbage can beside my bed and for the second time that day I realized my life is fucking over.......no god damn condoms.
She seems to think nothing is wrong for the next hour and is trying to sit close to me. I make up an excuse to leave. For the last week my phone has been ringing non-stop from her and I hide when I see her around campus.
*sigh*....my buddy gets back in a week. I don't know what to do.
FAZED, I know this is just a confessions thread, but do you have any advice?
