The Failed Attempts

                                    

                                          
* picture of Jeremy*
                          
I slowly open my left eye and try to focus on the blaring alarm clock on my night stand. Ugh, it's 6 o'clock already. I slam my hand on the clock to shut it. Five more minutes, my phone alarm is set for 6:10 anyways.
                          
I roll over to the other side of the bed and my face comes to rest on something that is - wait a minute! It's not a cushion.
                          
My eyes snap open and my eyes meet his mossy green ones. It takes me just a fraction of second to understand my position. Half of my body is over Tristen's bare torso and my legs are tangled with his.
                          
I scream and push away from him forcefully but because of my legs, I am not able to balance myself and fall off the bed, landing on the floor with a thud.
                          
I scramble and get on my feet. I glare at Tristen with my mouth wide open. He is sprawled on the bed all carefree." Please, it's so cold come back to bed, sweetheart."
                          
I always imagined how it would feel when Jason would say that to me but now this pimp has tainted the statement.
                          
" What the hell are you doing in my bed?" I yell at him. He gives me that irritating lopsided grin and sits up on his elbows." Last night, you were really stressed out. So , when I came to your room to ask you what was wrong, you just shook your head and asked me to stay with you. And I did. 
                          
But don't worry, I was an absolute gentleman. All we did was sleep together." He finishes and winks at me.
                          
I gag a little." Even if someone gives me three bottles of beer, four glasses of brandy and five shots of jello, all of them laced with marijuana, I would still not ask you to come even remotely close to me." I shout at him.
                          
Before I can grab his head and ram it through one of the walls, the door to my room swings open and mom rushes in." What's with the shouting?" Her eyes stop on Tristen who is still on my bed and then on me.
                          
Before she can say anything, I shriek" What is he doing in my bed, mom?" She gives me a confused look." I think that's my question, honey. What is he doing in your bed, shirtless? " 
                          
" I don't have a lower on as well Meredith, just a pair of boxers." Tristen says matter of factly. " Shut up!" Mom and I say in unison."I know I told you to give him another chance, but this is going to fast." She turns to me.
                          
I groan loudly." Are you for real mom? You are pinning this down on me. I don't know how he got into my bed-" Tristen chuckles. My head snaps towards him.
                          
" Why the fuck are you still in my bed. Get out you man whore !" I scream at him. " Aurora, watch your tongue." Mom says." Seriously, a moral lecture- now, and that to from you." I say pointing a finger at her. My mom is one of the people who taught me how to curse. Crazy, I know. 
                          
I storm towards the bathroom but before I enter, I turn to mom." Ask Martha to rip off the fucking bedsheets and burn them." I rub one hand over the forearm of other, feeling disgusted." And ask her to get me a fucking steel coil scrubber. I need to scratch off my skin red."
                          
I yell one more time at mom and enter the bathroom. I support my back on the closed door and look around. Even though the mini pool/ jacuzzi at the end of the room is pulling me towards it, I tell myself I don't have time, I have to meet Jason early.
                          
So instead I enter the shower chamber and turn on the rain.
                          
~~~•
                          
Will it be appropriate to say that I kicked Mr Boeman's ass in geology today. Who cares! I was practically showering my mom with the f-word in the morning.
                          
So I did, I really kicked his ass today, not literally obviously, but it was awesome. He did a 50 question test out of which Jason and my hand went up for all, he picked us up for thirty five questions and I answered twenty of them. The shock on his face was priceless.