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I don't remember what kind of drinks I had at the club last night but I'm sure it was hard liquor because my head feels like it's about to explode.

I don't remember everything that happened in details last night ‘cause I was still in a state of shock on how the hell did I get back to my hotel room.

I finally adjusted my eyesight and take a good look at the white ceiling which was above me. I noticed that there was a huge-ass golden chandelier hanging over me. The scent was unfamiliar too but it smelled like roses and I wonder if the hotel service cleaned my room for me.

I groan in satisfaction, God this bed is softer than I remember.

I snapped myself out from my thoughts, wait.

I don't remember having a huge-ass chandelier above me in my hotel room.

I stared at myself and for a second I thought I was in my hotel room but later then I realized that I wasn't. I am in someone’s room, on somebody’s bed and lying down with an actual freaking person next to me..

Holy shit!

I quickly grabbed the blanket over my chin and prayed that I wasn't naked beneath this white sheet. I clearly remember, I was wearing a tube dress with a huge top cut low which showcased my cleavage but I was feeling bare underneath this sheet.

Please please please not be naked. I chanted mentally.

I take a deep breath and close my eyes at the same time pulling the blanket up. Slowly, I being to open my eyes and to my surprise, I quickly covered myself back with the blanket as soon as I saw a man's bum facing towards me. He was completely butt naked. Fully naked. He was facing his back to me and Jesus Christ this guy has a long brown messy hair.

We had sex.

That’s without a doubt.

Holy shit we really had sex.

We clearly and undeniably had sex because he's naked and I'm naked. We're both naked in one bed!

Shit shit shit.

I had sex with a stranger but where am I? Is this his house? His hotel room perhaps? Where in hell am I and where are my friends? Where's Nina? Where's Beth? Oh my god. Where are they?

I try to remember what exactly happened last night, from one detail to another detail. I tried to recall how in hell did I end up in this room of someone that I don't even know of. But my thoughts were scattered and have failed me as soon as I didn’t know how to trace everything that happened to me last night.

I slightly pulled my head up and saw an unopened box of condom on top of the side table drawer. A fucking box beside his bed.

Jesus, that means this guy is a one big time fucker.

I couldn't help but ask myself how many women he slept with already knowing he has that box next to his bed. If we did have sex, I wonder if we use that last night, though I'm mentally praying he did, but a voice still worries in the back of my head because it is still unopened.

As I think of the entire situation more, my head begins to hurt more like hell. I cannot believe I actually had sex with a stranger. I have always promised myself that I wouldn’t be that kind of person, although we all have different kinds of needs as a woman, I still don’t want to be involved in situations like this.

What would this guy think of me? A virgin just giving away her virginity to an actual stranger. I feel so disgusted of myself.

After being emotional, I finally managed to recover from it and carefully pulled myself up from the bed. I felt pain in between my thighs. I feel my entire body aching, like my whole body parts were completely swollen. I begin to search for my clothes and I was completely stunned with what I saw.

My clothes were literally everywhere. Scattered everywhere.

How wild was I last night?

My white bra was near the door, my white underwear was on top of the couch, my dress was near the nightstand and my heels were distant from the other pair. I ran towards them silently, tip toeing my way to each of my stuff while picking them up like I was a thief inside this room.

I stare at the other clothes which were scattered too and there was a pair of black skinny jeans being inside out, a white dress shirt near the foot of the bed and a black boxer brief which was near my feet.

This kind of view is totally shocking for a virgin like me.

When I finished putting my clothes back on, I stand in front of the door and was ready to leave. But I paused before reaching the knob as my hand was in midair.

I still haven't found out who the guy was. I need to know the face of this man who took my virginity.

My virginity.

Someone who didn’t love me and someone who didn’t I know actually got my virginity. It may not be that important to anyone else but to me it is. I never wanted to give it away just like that but I did.

I fucking did.

I feel sick to my stomach thinking about what I have done last night. I wanted to cry and pull him out of his bed and slap him but then maybe it wasn't his fault? What if I wanted what we did last night? What if I willingly said yes to him? But I don't know what exactly happened last night too. What if he forced me to sleep with him? Or what if I was the one who initiated everything or obliged to what he was saying and doing to me?

The thought almost makes me want to cry again and get angry towards myself. I'm such a bitch!

I turn around and stare back at the bed. My mouth opens in shock.

There's blood on where I laid down a while ago.

I feel my cheeks burning because of shame is creeping under my skin and I knew I had to leave right away without letting him know that I was going because what we did was embarrassing. Staining his bed is already too embarrassing for me to take in.

Talk about the walk of shame Miranda.

Now you just gave your virginity to someone not important to you, who doesn't even care about you.

I wouldn't want him to think that I was an easy girl but then I turned out to be, because here I am inside his bedroom fully naked just a second ago with the blood stain on top of his sheets. Shit Miranda.

Gosh this is embarrassing.

I think to myself, “You were just influenced by alcohol and you didn't know what you were doing all along.”

Whoever this guy is, I really don't want him to remember me or what we did last night. I'm sure he doesn't even want to remember me too. As much as possible I don't want him to talk to me ever again. I don't want to remember this thing that had even happened to us.

To me, most especially. I don't want to see him again and I don’t want to remember that this even happened.

Wait...

How will I not see him again if I don't even know how he looks like?

Now I'm curious about how he looks. I had to know maybe a peek won't hurt. I need to know what he actually looks like. I need to look at his face.

What if I gave my virginity to someone who is really old or to an ugly old man? But his butt didn’t really look all too saggy.

What if I gave my virginity to my teacher in high school? Or it could be someone worst. Oh my God! I have to know who it is and if I wont know, it would be much of a trouble for me in the next days.

I tip toed my way back to the bed carefully, like I was a robber, and took a deep breath in before I could stand in front of the man sleeping on top of his bed who I gave my virginity to a one drunken night.

As I finally stand next to the bed, I froze and stopped myself from breathing.

No fucking way.

It's Satellite Patrol’s lead vocalist, Hugo Saintclare.