High Infidelity - BOT ?

○◦˚. ✭ Callum ✭○◦˚.

June 9, 2009

Apparently I was a whore. That's what the girls at Tommen said, and my best friend Tadhg seemed to agree. I guess I had pissed off a bunch of girls by sleeping around, but it's not my fault their whole friend group was into me.

If anything they should be mad at each other. I mean, what happened to loyalty? Or as my sisters would say, girl code.

"Yikes, what the hell happened?" One of my close friends Marcus laughed, his gaze falling on the jumper I was shaking off.

A girl had worn it home after we hooked up and I guess she caught wind of my 'whoreness' and this was her revenge. It had appeared on my doorstep in a plastic bag covered in various colours of glitter.

According to my sister a blonde girl had dropped it off, probably the one from the party, whose name I couldn't remember.

"What do you think?" Tadhg snorted, "the girls are onto him."

"Shut up, the both of yee," I narrowed my eyes at them. "You're in love with your mam's employee"—I moved my gaze from Tadhg to Marcus—"and you're almost a bigger flirt than I am."

They exchanged glances before bursting into a fit of laughter.

"Lad, give it up," Tadhg shook his head. "The sex is finally catching up to you."

My friends liked to bug me about the amount of sex I had. And maybe I did have a lot, but it was one of the only things that made me feel something.

There wasn't a lot of love in my house. My parents should've been divorced, that was as clear as day. I think that was part of why I liked sex so much. It gave me a momentary high—a momentary feeling of feelings.

I wasn't looking for love, I didn't even know what it felt like. All I wanted was something to prove that I was actually capable of experiencing emotions. I had a heart, I knew that, but sometimes it felt as if it were two sizes too small—or whatever the Grinch said.

There was no one to prove that it actually worked. My parents loved me—I guess—but did I love them? It was hard to when neither of them gave me much attention. They were too busy fighting, or dad was too busy gambling.

And I saw what love did. Mam loved dad, she loved him more than herself. I watched her throw all her love at him and all he did was bleed her dry, sucking the life out of her like a vampire. So if love did that, why the fuck would I want it anyway?

It was clearly more harm than good. Which is why I'd stick to sex. It was less complicated, less messy and yet still gave me a rush of endorphins. My friends didn't have to understand that.

"You're mad you're not getting any, Lynchy," I gave him a shove, deciding the glitter still clinging to my jumper was going to be permanently stuck.

"Cop on, ya langer," he scoffed, rolling his eyes.

I loved bugging Tadhg, his short temper made it easy to piss him off. Besides, I was only messing. Tadhg had plenty of girls interested in him, the only problem was: he was completely infatuated with Ivory Hayes.