"No! I won't go with you to visit Josh!" I half yelled over the phone. I am frustrated that she always takes me along with her to see her boyfriend and I end up excusing them to make out all the time.

"I promise you we won't make out today, besides it's not his apartment." She says softly, feeling guilty. 

"My answer still remains the same," she sighs at the other end of the phone.

"Avery, your mother called. She's worried about you." My body stiffens. "She complained that you don't talk to them any more or leave your room."

"I do…" I replied to her but my voice was almost inaudible and unconvincing. I dragged myself out of bed and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I looked horrible. I have eyebags under my eyes and my eyes looked red and drained.

I haven't been out since the night of the party. I can't sleep- every time I do- I see him, the nameless stranger.

It's the same dream. Us on the bed. Me, wanting him. And then I'm up, wet and horny. And he's gone. I can't concentrate anymore.

"Please come with me." I know she doesn't want to drag things. I'm glad I don't have to lie to her either. We are best friends and she loves me, but I can't tell her about my desperation, encounter with Mr. Sexy, nor the erotic dreams.

"I'll be at your house in ten minutes." I didn't wait for her reply. I ended the call and tossed my phone on the bed. I buried my face in my palm. I'm frustrated.

"This is a bad idea."

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