My phone buzzed once more, I knew it was my mom. I didn't even want to look at her text because I knew it would be: "Vincente Antonio, you're going to be in so much fucking trouble when you get home, you have no idea!" I don't have the patience or sobriety to deal with that right now. I'm seventeen but she acts like I'm twelve, it's annoying.

I went to a restaurant called 'The Pearl' and it just so happened to have a bar in it. My ID say's I'm 22 and I definitely look the part. So far, I've had 5 whiskeys, 10 shots of liquor, and 5 beers and somehow still manage to act sober. "Gimme another..." I say to the bartender. "Alright." He agrees with a shrug and gives me another beer. "That's a lot of drinks you're downing there, kiddo." I hear a man say behind me and laugh.

I turn around and see a man in a business suit. His black hair is already coming lose, he doesn't look too old but he's super tall. Well, everyone is super tall to me since I'm 5'7... "Who're you?" I ask him. "No one you know, just wanna talk is all." He says. "Don't talk to me, please. You're annoyin' me." I say. "I could say the same to you." He says rudely and I hear footsteps starting to walk off. 'Hell no, you ain't walkin' away that easy...' I think to myself and get up. I feel dizzy from sitting and downing my shots but I manage to walk, stumble, really, to the man.

I tap his shoulder and swing for his face but he dodges. "Too slow." He says with a smile. His brown eyes close as he laughs and dodges all of my punches. "Stop movin'!" I shout at him. "What? And let me take it? From a kid like you, no way." He smirks. I go to swing another time but end up tripping and I hit my face against a pole. I blacked out after that.

When I woke up, I had the worse hangover ever. I felt like puking but that wasn't the worst part nor was is unfamiliar. I went to touch my face. I flinched at the pain when I touched my left eye. "Ah! Shit." I mumbled. "So you're finally up." I hear a mans voice ring out. I looked around and saw the man from last night sitting on a chair on his laptop.

"Wh... What happened.... Last night...?" I asked him. "And..... Where. Am. I? Who are you?!" I start to panic. "Don't worry, you just passed out last night after hitting your head against a pole. I rented a room here and let you sleep in the bed, I slept on the floor. Nothing else to it." He explained calmly. "And as for who I am? My name is Adrian Barbu." "May I ask what your name might be?" He asked me

"V... Vincente Antonio..." I answered hesitantly. "Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Antonio. How old are you? I know you have a fake ID." He stated plainly. "It's not fake, I am twenty-two." I protested. "Are you 16?" He asked. "No." I said. "How about 17?" He asked again.

"N-No!" I said. "Ah, so you're seventeen. Yeah, I remember when I was your age. Always protesting against mom, sneaking out to find potential lovers, though I sure you don't need to do that since you already have a girlfriend." He says. "I... Don't have a girlfriend. I don't have time for one." I say and blush. I can't tell this man, a stranger, that I'm gay. What if he tries to do something?

"Well, alright. That's fine." He said and got up. He sat down on the bed, "How's that head of yours? Can I get you anything? Coffee, pain killers, some ice for that eye of yours?" He asks. "I'd like all of the above, thanks." I say. "Alright then." He smiles and walks off.

I reach over and check my phone. It has a low battery of 20%, great. 5 Missed Calls from Mom, 14 New Messages from Mom, 5 New Messages from Daniel, 3 Missed Calls from Daniel "Oh great... She got Daniel involved... Why did I ever get involved with him?" I roll my eyes. "Honestly... I hook up with him twice and he thinks I'm his bitch." I put my phone down and Adrian walks back in the room. "Wanna put your clothes on?" He asked and laughed. I looked down and realized that I'm only in my boxers! "You pervert!" I shouted. "Pervert? It's not good to sleep in your clothes. Besides, we're both men, I know what a penis looks like." He bluntly says.

My face turns bright red as I quickly gather my clothes and put them on. I gag at the sudden stench. It smells of alcohol, blood, and... cigarettes? "Do you smoke?" I ask. "Yeah, but only a little. Can you really smell it?" He asks. "Yeah, it's, uh, pretty strong..." I admit. "Well, I'm sorry." He says. I shrug it off and take the pain killers with some water. I drink some coffee and sit down in a nice, comfy chair. I put the ice over my eye and laid my head back for a while.

"So, how many guys have you hooked up with?" He asks. My head jolts up, making the ice fall and some of the coffee spills. I feel pain surge through my head and I groan in pain. "What are you.... talking about?" I ask slowly, my head making it hard to talk. "I overheard you say you got involved with this Daniel guy and hooked up with him. I'm just curious." He shrugs. "Well, it's nothing. Don't even bring it up. And stop being so blunt about things!" I say loudly.

"But this might be the last time I see someone like you, I have to ask questions and be straightforward." He says, "You still haven't answered my question." I blush more. "I've only 'hooked up' with two guys..." I answer and look away, sipping my coffee. "How many times would you say you've had sex with a man before?" He asks. Some of my coffee almost spits out at this point. "What kind of question is that?!" I yell at him. "A curious question." He answers.

"J-Just.... three times..." I answer and feel my face turn dark red. It's almost like my face is in summer but my body is in winter. "Ah... Ok." He says. "Wh... What kind of answer is that?!" I yell and stand up, feeling angry. I'm so ready to walk out the door. He stands up and approaches me.

I go to push him but he grabs my arms before I could lay a finger on him. He quickly travels his hands down to my waist and kisses me. I'm taken by surprise but I gradually start to like it. Soon enough, I've got my arms wrapped around his neck and kissing him back. He moves away from my face, "You're a cutie but you're still underage by one year. Sucks doesn't it?" He laughs and walks away from me. I groan. "That's not fair!" I pout, "Can I at least see you everyday until I turn 18?" I ask. "Of course." He says.