I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing at my bedside table, looking at the time it was 9:00 in the morning.

5 missed calls from Kyle, 10 text messages from Kyle. What the fuck?

His name flashed through my screen and I suddenly felt exhausted just looking at the texts, I couldn't even stop the memories that were flooding my brain right now.

"Babe, I'm sorry. I just don't feel it anymore."

"Oh really?! You asshole, all you ever did was do this and do that. How could you?!" He shook his head as he processed my words as my emotions were all over the place and I couldn't even hide the tears anymore that were threatening to fall.

"Babe, It's just ..." Kyle tried to put his arms around me but I harshly pushed him back.

"Babe, I'm sorry. I'll make it better this time, I'll be the man that you want just please, don't leave." His eyes never leaving mine as he tries to persuade me as much as he can.

Knowing my next words, I took a deep breath. "Goodbye Kyle." I said then with no hesitations, I left.

A knock on my door interrupted my thoughts.

"Cleo? honey? breakfast is ready." My mom was always chirpy at mornings, I don't even know why.

"Okay mom, be down in a minute." After her footsteps lessened, I started doing my usual morning routine.

I did not see Matheo for the whole day which was a relief, I didn't need his sexual innuendos for the day. Though it was summer in California so God knows what he was up to. Since I had no friends in here for the mean time or I intend to, I had no idea what to do so my day actually consists of eating too much, sleeping too much or watching tv shows too much.

Yes, I know. I'm productive.

"Ugh, think. What to do ... " Mentally doing a conversation with myself before I really turn insane this time.

I've been sitting on the couch for like an hour and my ass was heating up reminding me I'm doing nothing fun at all. Chris left, my mom left, well Matheo obviously did too. Maybe I should get a dog this time; sometimes I actually wonder that I might turn into a cat lady in a few years. Ugh, drama queen back to the topic. What should I do?

Eat a burger? Nope.

Swim at the pool? Not now.

Go to the beach? Too hot, Nope.

Feed the birds at the park? No.

Finger my butthole? I'm kidding, jeez.

After a long time of overthinking I took my mom's car keys and headed outside. Mom's car should do since Chris the gentleman always offers her a ride back and forth to work so this was the perfect timing, the car roared to life and I was out on the streets, headed to my destination.

The drive was not long since I feel like I drive like a criminal, while through the whole trip I felt happiness rushed through my body. Because if they only knew what I really want, I wouldn't even stop. I thought to myself.

I arrived at a bungalow type of home, the neighborhood was quite since it was 6:00 at the evening. Kids were being kept inside their homes, lights were up, wives were preparing what to eat; you know the usual. I honked my horn and a familiar face went outside running after me.

"Cleo, you witch. Did you just came back for me?" Brenna, obviously my best friend.

"How classy, and why would I miss you?" I climbed out of the car with a playful smile on my face and we instantly embraced each other. So Brenna my best friend, she's basically the best for I'm not as innocent as her and her personality is a bundle of joy, opposite to mine.

"Since I'm your best friend and I'm the best person in the world, loser." I rolled my eyes and chuckled, Brenna's sassiness as always.

"Come on in, you're just in time. Mom just baked someting that you will like." Brenna said reaching out for my hand and dragging me along with her.

As soon as I stepped inside the house, the aroma hit me and it definitely smells delicious. I hurriedly went to the kitchen knowing it was their good home baked chocolate chip cookies.

"Told ya you woud like it." She took one, while I devour a couple.

After what felt like an internity chewing those cookies and feeling like I had enough. A question came into my mind.

"By the way, where's Mrs. Fosters? I've been caught up with her mouth watering cookies." I asked.

"Mom went to the groceries and you eat like a pig Cleo." Her faced turned into disgust, teasing the hell out of me.

"Fuck off." I said as I smiled genuinely.

We both then settled in the couch, taking the time to our advantage as we continuously talked to catch up.

"Kyle texted me a bunch of texts, I don't even wanna know why." I sigh in fustration.

"Girl, he's just trying to get under your skin. Maybe he wants to hook up with you? I can't even imagine, what things did you do while you were together." She made a face, obviously a virgin and she was no help at all.

Thank you Brenna, you served your purpose.

"Shut up, we didn't even had good sex. Kyle's not like that."

"Ugh, shut it. I don't need the details okay? Thank you." As she steered clear of the juicy subject.

I laughed and jokingly surrendered my hands in defeat. "Okay, fine."

"So how's the new place? Like it or loathe it?"

"It's fine, well boring. But, there's this guy and he's very confusing and he's draining my limited patience."

"What does he look like? Is he hot?" She asked, her curiosity peeking.

"Well he does have a dick, for sure." I spoke and she gaved me one of her intimidating glares and I bursted laughing my ass off.

"What?" I innocently said.

"It's the truth but yeah, he's good." I said my eyebrow arched thinking that I might get a good look of that face of his later.

"You mean his insanely hot. I know you Cleo." She said, giving me a look of warning as she was clearly aware of my history when it comes to being reckless.

"Okay mother, calm your tits." I said, mentally persuading myself that I should calm my tits if I'll see him the next time around.

We somehow ended up watching a compilation of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse as we came to a realization that combined, we were still no fun like at all. Halfway through the show I decided to go home when brenna asked me something that brought me into a halt.

"Will you still continue to do that car racing thing of yours?"

"I shook my head and thoughts bombarded my mind. "What do you think?"

"Cleo ... I think it's dangerous and you need to stop. You went to jail this time and thankfully you got out, what will happen next? Huh?" I take a look at her, face formed into a worried expression.

It was my instinct to hug her in an instant as I try to comfort her since I don't want anyone to think that they should worry about the shitty things that I do in life.

"Bren, I .... I don't think I can answer your question."

Brenna sighed in defeat with her worried expression still plastered on her face. "How stubborn can you get missy?"

I tried to smile for her but I failed. "Bren, this is what I love to do. It might be dangerous for all of you, but please just let me. I can take care of myself. Besides, I'm not gonna let that happen. You got that?"

Brenna seems to be biting the inside of her cheek, the habit she does if she's feeling anxious at times.

"And stop biting your cheeks, you know what happens."

I remembered once in 5th grade, Brenna and I were both caught cheating at a test and the teacher was beyond mad to the point where I feel like smoke was coming out of her ears. That was fucking funny, but little did I know Brenna was scared shitless that she had to go to the clinic after since her cheeks inside of it were bleeding, a weird habit of hers that she can't let go.

Going back to reality, I heard her spoke.

"I'm on this–but you better not fuck this up Cohen."

I smiled this time. "I promise."

The series of the animated cartoon finally came to an end, I already ate too much and at the same time I was ready to go home. I haven't noticed that it was quite late and Mr. and Mrs. Fosters were on the way, insisting I should join them for dinner but I politely declined and told them on the phone I'm heading home since my mom would be giving me her phenomenal speech of the streets are dangerous if I'm not going home any sooner.

"Thank you Bren, you're still the best best." I smiled as I hugged her tightly.

"Hell yeah." We laughed in unison while she tries to hug me back.

"Stay safe. You're welcome and you could always come back here." She said while we exchanged our goodbyes as I got in the car and drove off.

The streets at night are actually comforting and to some people at some point just like me; they feel a sense of serendipity to it. I might find it scary at the same time but what's an adventure with no adrenaline.

Smiling to myself as I felt relieved. Pulling into the drive way, I climbed out of the car and slowly walked at the front door careful not to make any noise. Closing it behind me I went upstairs, took a bath in a minute and crashed into my bed after I finished changing. I figured out I wasn't even that hungry and my eyelids felt heavy making me fall asleep then.

At midnight, my beautiful slumber was interrupted by a loud banging from the room next door.

What the fuck.

Next, came after was a noise I didn't even expect to hear. A fucking moan, not just any moan it was literally the loudest moan I've ever heard.

Motherfucker.

I covered my face with a big fat pillow and curled myself into a ball hoping it would block all the noise coming next room. But unfortunately it never did, I could still hear their muffled noises and it looked like they were having the time of their lives.

Oh, God.

"Baby, go faster." Her voice could break my eardrums.

"Ah, babe. That is so big, just keep it faster."

Well, he's got a big dick after all.

What on earth is happening in here?

Fucking hormonal people.

My face contorted with fury, anger consuming me. Not only my fucking sleep was interrupted, I even get to hear the unpleasant noises.

What's fucking next?

There is one thing that I'm sure about though, he surely irritates the fucking hell out of me.