Okay, so, no one kill me for this. I wanted to try something different and so I decided to start working on a chaptered fic. I kept looking at my writing and thinking, "wow, this is all really happy stuff" and I just really wanted to try and break away from all the happy-go-lucky kind of writing. This is going to be more of a challenge for me, even though a lot of this will kind of relate back to my life in some way, shape, or form. I need something new, and I wanted to write a story based solely off of negative emotions and anger. So, this is the beginning and if you haven't read anything in this note, PLEASE READ THIS. THE BEGINNING OF THIS HAS A FEW GRAPHIC WORDS AND IF YOU DON'T FEEL COMFORTABLE READING IT, THEN DON'T. I am not writing this to be gross or anything. This is my attempt at something nouveau. I'd also like to go ahead and dedicate this story to BTRlover17. I've been telling her that I was going to write all kinds of shit, and I haven't, and I finally decided to write this, so this whole story is for you, baby girl. Every chapter I'll ever post. Thank you for keeping me motivated on here.
Logan couldn't remember the girl's name. He couldn't remember where he had met her or when she had decided to go back to his apartment. He couldn't remember getting undressed and he most definitely couldn't remember sinking down between the nameless girl's legs. The only thing he really could recall was that he was trashed; he wasn't able to comprehend just how he had managed to even make it back to his apartment, but this was normal. He spent most nights like this.
He groaned, feeling his cock twitch as his tongue worked circles over nameless girl's clit. She arched her back and her short brown locks ruined against the pillows beneath her head. Logan groaned again before reaching a hand up to cup her breast. He ran his thumb over her already perky nipple as he continued his assault on her clit. She was a writhing mess, hazel eyes half-lidded, looking down at him through her short brown bangs. The girl reminded him of someone, but he couldn't quite place it. He pulled his tongue away and then proceeded to trail small kisses and bites over her stomach and up to her neck. He wouldn't kiss her lips. He couldn't bring himself to. He never kissed any of the random bitches he picked up.
"Logan, please," the girl breathed, as the boy ran his fingers between her legs. The fact that she knew his name and he couldn't remember her's made him feel slightly ashamed. Of course, a lot of people knew his name. He was famous, after all. When he took a moment to think it over, he realized that in all reality, he didn't care to know the girl's name. He bit down on her shoulder before he pulled away from her and leaned over the side of the bed to reach into his pants pocket. He quickly retrieved the condom he had put in his pocket just for an occasion like this and he tore it open with his teeth, lazily discarding the wrapper. He sat up just enough to slide the annoying rubber onto his length and then he settled back between the girl's legs.
His brain hurt. His eyes hurt, too, and he couldn't get the girl's taste off of his tongue. She muttered something that he wasn't really listening to before he pushed in completely, moaning as her warm, slick cunt enveloped him entirely. He wasted no time in finding a ryhthm with his hips, rocking them painfully fast and hard against the girl. She was screaming, and he couldn't stand it. He wasn't sure why, but the fact that she was being so loud was annoying him beyond measure. He wouldn't do anything to shut her up, though. He would just blame her for his headache in the morning instead of the alcohol he had previously consumed.
Logan could feel his insides churning, feel his heart beating faster and faster. It wasn't going to take him long to come tonight, and it was probably just because he wanted this to end. He was getting sick of the same shit every night. Drink, drink some more, find a slut to sleep with, get his dick sucked, drink a little afterwards, kick her out of his apartment, and then hate himself. He really did want it to end, but it wasn't going to. This was his way of getting over Hollywood, and making it through the famous life. This was how he planned to spend every night for the rest of his life.
The girl beneath him moaned his name, fisting the sheets as he slammed into her. Logan closed his eyes as he felt himself tip-toeing around the edge of his orgasm. He bit down hard on his bottom lip, hips losing their rhythm seconds before he was coming and screaming a name. The name didn't belong to this girl. In fact, it didn't belong to any girl he had ever slept with, or any girl he had ever met. It didn't belong to a girl at all. He stilled his movements, head spinning and heart threatening to break into a thousand pieces. The girl sat up slowly, a look of sheer anger spreading across her face. Her lips were moving, but Logan couldn't hear anything but his pulse in his ears. She shoved him away, climbing off of the bed and grabbing her clothes up off the floor. Logan finally started hearing himself tell her to just leave. She was already going to, but for some reason, he wanted to hear himself say it. He wanted to push her away, despite the fact that she was already heading out of his apartment door.
Logan repeated the name he screamed over and over in his head, closing his eyes and then covering them with his hands. The girl had reminded him of someone, and he was finally starting to remember who it was. The short brown hair, the tan skin, the warm hazel eyes... it all made sense. James. This was why it was a different girl every night. This was why he would drink until he couldn't comprehend his own words. It wasn't because he was famous, and it wasn't because he couldn't handle Hollywood. It all went back to James, and Logan didn't even have time to analyze it before his mind clouded over and his vision went black.
First chapter, it's short, I know. I'm just trying to get a feel for this and work through some ideas. If you're interested in reading this, please review. I tend to take stuff down that I feel people don't read or care for. Also, let me know if you have any ideas that I could put into this. I'm going to work hard on updating as frequently as possible, and reviews will help me in that endeavor. Thank you all so much for reading my work.
