High School Confidential

High School Confidential




“What's the point.” I thought to myself, as that familiar feeling of loneliness, and self-loathing swept over me like a wave, as it so often did on nights like these. I sat alone in my car at the corner of Lakeview and Calvin, heading home after yet another night of debauchery.
“Is this all my life has become, the pursuit of pleasure, going from party to party, living for the sex, the booze, the drugs.”
“What the hell are you complaining about,” another part of my mind seemed to say, “you just got an amazing blow job from that incredibly hot French exchange student.”
He had a point, as far as blow jobs go that was probably one of the best I had ever had; and it was true she was extremely beautiful, with a long slender frame, long ebony locks which had shone in the half-light of the basement, and sultry lips that had beckoned me like a siren's song. It had felt good while it lasted, but once it was over, and the soberness had set in again I felt worse than before. I suppose you could say I'm a pleasure seeker, but I was unsatisfied, for all the happiness I find is fleeting, and as soon as I was alone again I would realise that I was alone, alone in the world.