Ain't Your Regular Girlfriend

I rinse my mouth with water and stare at myself in the bathroom mirror. What's taking Thompson so long. I ask myself. The last time I called him, he said I should give him a few minutes. 

I rushed to my room and slip a blue bum short over my legs with a cropped hoodie. I fall back on the bed still looking at my phone. I almost fell asleep when I heard the doorbell. 

I quickly rushed downstairs to the door. The door opened revealing the most dangerous famous asshole, Clara's gonna freak out if she ever finds out that Thompson was the Facebook lover I planned on f.u.c.k.i.n.g through video chat. 

I'm supposed to be scared of letting this dude who has been pestering to visit me, who's been saying bulshit of loving me at first sight... Who's among the perverts who get girls drunk at night parties in school and have their way with them. 

"I Finally had a rendezvous with the hottest chick in school". Thompson rolls his eyes as he continues to look me everywhere.

"Common in, you wouldn't leave the neighbors gossiping". I say and lead him inside the house to my room. I excused myself from the room and head downstairs. 

I walked back inside with two glass, red wine and a bottle of beer. I put the beer down on the small beside my bed. 

"You don't have vodka or something stronger than this? He asks looking weirdly at the bottle. His word amazed me, he should be thankful I even offered him a drink instead of him requesting another. 

"We do but it isn't in the fridge... So drink this one ". I smile and walks out of the room to get the bottle-opener I intentionally forgot to bring with me. 

Behold my suspense, I see Thompson spiking something in my drink. I smile to myself and walk to the kitchen.