"Natara! I didn't mean to do that! Please!" The silence that follows leaves you with a feeling of nausea. "No... No... Nat..." But she was already gone. You rush to the window to see her slamming the car door and speeding off into the night with an air of pure hatred surrounding the car. Sighing, your head falls into your hands as you realize you just screwed everything up. Why did you even invite her over? You knew you were in a state of such love and passion that you needed to see her again. But why did you invite her over? Why? As thoughts flood into your head, you gingerly touch your lips, relishing the feel of her vanilla-Chapstick flavored lips. She had leaned forward, her hair creating a curtain to shield your special moment from any onlookers. You passionately kissed for a while, until a car horn from the freeway below your apartment startled her back to her senses. With her on your lap, you almost felt like her boyfriend. Except you weren't. Oscar was. She had slapped your cheek, leaving a red handprint that would remind you of what happened on that dreadfully enjoyable night.