I stared up at my plain, blank ceiling as night slowly turned to day and felt myself dreading the next few hours ahead. Combined with lack of sleep, a raging headache and an emotional Jon who was determined to have 'the talk', I almost refused to leave my bed but then it hit me that I was a man and I needed to suck it up.

Pulling my phone from its position underneath my pillow, I quickly checked my messages and social media and right there for my eyes to see was a message from Jon.

03:15- Sorry for running out. Had an emergency at work. Talk when I can.

Reluctantly dragging myself out of bed, I slowly made breakfast and took two painkillers to ease the fast increasing migraine as I try not to think of Jon and the problem with his dad.

Knowing I had a few days to chill and a house filled with dirty laundry and dishes, I got to work and only stopped when my doorbell rang.

Sparing a glance at the time as I passed, I noted it was just past noon and I blindly pulled the door open thinking it was my brother or my boss.

"You asshole!" A short black haired girl with puffy blue eyes shouted as she marched past me.

"Ah... I'm sorry but who are you?"

"Of course you don't remember me you ass wipe!" She continued to scream, her voice pitching higher by each sentence.

"I would if you'd stop yelling and tell me your name."

"It's Rosa you fucktard! You slept with my friend-"

"Then why the hell are you at my house yelling if I slept with whoever your friend is?"

"Because you slept with me first!"

"Rosa?"

I stared hard at the young girl fuming in front of me with her puffy blue eyes all decked out in matching slacks and tried to remember exactly when I slept with her and why. She looked too high maintenance for me to ever look twice at and my mind drew a blank.

"I'm really sorry but are you sure it was me?"

"Am I sure?!" She screamed, her voice all high pitched and squeaky.

She advanced towards me with a murderous look in her eyes and for the first time in my life I regretted being a fuckboy.

Luckily for me, Jon walked in and I almost sighed in relief until I saw his hard, cold face.

"You slept with me on Friday you fucking freak!" The Rosa girl cut in, breaking my concentration from the guy standing obliquely opposite to her and I watched as his eyebrows went up.

"Friday huh?"

Rosa froze for a second as her already wide eyes widened further as she just noticed him before she got all pissed again.

"And who're you?"

"I'm his boss." Came his brisk remark.

"Well your piece of shit employee is one for the books. I hope he's better at his job than he is at being a total idiot."

"Rosa!"

We all turned to see a skinny teenager come racing in all flushed in the face and out of breath before he froze as he saw all of us.

"Oh my god, tell me you didn't make a scene."

"And you are?" I asked, hoping he was her boyfriend and could get her out of here.

"I'm Mike-"

"The friend you slept with 3 nights after you slept with me."

Shit.

I tried not to look at Jon but I couldn't stop myself and his face looked as though it got twice as cold and hard at her words.

Turning towards the Mike guy, I tried even harder to remember him and only after he stopped blushing and bit his lip in embarrassment as he looked at me did I recognize his deep brown eyes and dimpled cheek.

My memory came back to me immediately and I remembered sleeping with both of them but boy did they both look different.

For one, Rosa was way too covered and snotty looking without the makeup and Mike was way too sober.

"Oh."

That was all I could say as I felt cornered and thankfully I didn't have to as Mike and Rosa got into an argument as he tried to get her to leave.

Twenty minutes and a draining argument later, I was relieved when they both left and I sighed heavily as I finally got to lock my door.

Then there were two.

"Friday huh." Jon reiterated and I threw my head back in frustration.

"I was drunk when I slept with her. I mean, come on, did you look at her? I wouldn't look in her direction if I was sober."

"Please tell me you have a better excuse for why you slept with the other guy only hours after I came all the way to your jail cell to bail you out."

"I... Look-"

"Why do I get myself into these situations?" Jon cut in. He ran a hand through his curly hair in frustration, messing it up and momentarily distracting me.

"We aren't dating. There wasn't any rule about who I could and couldn't see."

"You sucked me off in my private car and then had sex with a girl hours later."

"But we-"

"And then I bailed you out and I literally had my tongue down your throat, again, hours before you had your dick inside a dude."

"Jon-"

"You're such a child."

I'm twenty fucking one you piece of shit! So don't fucking call me a child. I'm old enough to do as I please-"

"You're old enough to screw anything that crawls and yet you wanna tell me how sleeping with me is not a number on your list."

"This is why I don't do relationships! I don't do drama and for such a 'mature dude' you're acting more of a child that I ever did."

"This is what I get for trying something new." Jon states calmly and I go to respond when Damon opens the door and walks in with his suitcase.

"Baby I'm home!"

He stops when he sees us and the smirk he has on his face disappears as he sees I'm not alone and senses the tension in the air.

"Hey." He says, trying to break the ice.

"Wow. There really is no end to you is there?"

I press my palms to my closed eyes as Jon storms out and I want to groan out loud at how exhausted I felt.

"So, the sex was that bad huh?"

"Why are you here?" I calmly asked, no will power or energy left in me to snap or argue.

"I need to crash for a little while, Chris and I broke up and he kicked me out."