A Wild Wave

Why Can't all men be like Michael B. Jordan?

I don't have a car yet, but with the school year almost ending and summer coming up I plan on working a summer job so I can add to my savings and finally buy one.

It's a warm spring evening and the cool breeze is coming in. As I walk towards Johnathan's apartment, I think about my summer plans. He wants me to meet his parents so we are flying out to New York for 2 weeks, then I fly back home to West Palm Beach to work and see my mom.

I gather my thoughts back together as I approach the apartment building. I walk in and greet Ernie at the front and rush into the elevator. I press the button for the fifth floor and the metal box slowly moves up quietly creaking the whole way up.

I warily step out and plaster on a smile for my boyfriend. I take out the spare key he gave me and unlock the door only to see that the large apartment is empty and dark.

Jonathan's family is filthy rich, with his dad being one of the top lawyers of New York and all that, so Johnny boy gets all the perks.

One of those perks being a huge apartment while in college and not having to worry about the large debt that comes along with attending UCLA from out of state.

Humph, he never told me was going out. Why did he ask me to come over then? my inner voice questions. It's fine, he's probably just out with Tyler again, his douchebag friend who always tries to get with Aaliyah and always finds a way to make her uncomfortable.

I decide to wait for him to get back and pour myself some water. I take a sip but my bladder protests and I dart to the bathroom.

As I'm washing my hands I hear the keys jingling and clumsily bumping around the keyhole. After a few seconds the door finally flings open.

As I'm about to reach for the bathroom door I freeze hearing the sound of low voices and giggling. I'm unsure of what's going on, until I hear what sounds like sucking and moaning.

I am absolutely fucking petrified.

I slowly move from my frozen state and lean closer to the bathroom door to better capture what the fuck's going on.

"Oh EM Gee, Jonathan babe... I can't wait anymore I need you" A voice whimpers. My heart sinks at the mention of his name. "Remind me why you're still with that annoying, fugly virgin?" the shrill voice continues.

"Bridget baby... don't worry about it, I'm taking care of it tomorrow, now stop talking." Bile rises up in my throat. I feel completely and utterly sick to my stomach.

Taking care of it? It? Is that all I am?

The sound of clothes shuffling and dropping to the floor paired with moaning and sucking sounds snap me back into reality.

I've had enough.

I push the door open and it hits the wall with a loud BANG. Johnathan's head whips around and his beady gaze meets mine. I look down to see Bridget Nickelson one of the better known girls on campus giving my boyfriend a blowjob.

I look back up at Johnathan who quickly shoves Bridget off of him suddenly processing what's happening "Wait babe, it's not what it looks like... Bridget was just-"

"Just shut the fuck up you piece of shit" I cut him off and walk past him, physically incapable of facing him.

"Come on Jade don't be like that. We've been together for what 8 months and you won't put out, what the fuck was I supposed to do?"

That's when I officially lose my shit and snap.

"WHAT WERE YOU SUPPOSED TO DO? WHAT A GREAT FUCKING QUESTION! ARE YOU ACTUALLY THAT MUCH OF A FUCKING MORON? MAYBE KEEP YOUR TINY DICK IN YOUR FUCKING PANTS TIL I WAS READY?" I take in a sharp breath to calm myself down.