Heartache Spoken Here

"Well, things got really weird after I slept with Krissy," Scott wrote in his paper journal. "I knew she was cheating on that Roger dude. But it wasn't Roger that made things weird...I don't even know if I could explain it! All I know is, I walked out and left her crying on the kitchen floor wearing nothing but her G-string and Roger's red robe. This isn't the first time I've left a girl's place knowing that I'd gotten what I wanted, but...wow, things got WEIRD!"

After scribbling a few more lines, Scott put his paper journal away. For the first time in his life, Scott actually felt guilty for one of his sexual conquests. It wasn't because he had slept with a girl who was eagerly cheating on her significant other who she was unhappy with, nor was it the aforementioned "weirdness" that immediately followed.

Face it, Scott. You're in love this time. Krissy was the fox you've been waiting for.

"Scott, honey, don't worry. Roger will never know what we're doing!"

Scott sat on the teal sofa and stared straight ahead, contemplating the past ten years of his life, especially the wild and crazy nights.

Josh, there are only two things in the world that I'm good at, man: basketball and talking to chicks. I don't know where I got it from, really. But we're both in the same boat; you know that, don't you, Josh? Since I probably won't be playing basketball professionally, let me have my fun!

During high school, Scott was known more for his skills on the court than with women. He dated a few times, but he had never had a serious relationship in four years. Sure, there was the occasional drunken make out session with a girl whose name he'd forgotten at a weekend house party, but that was it. Scott's true passion was basketball, right up until that fateful day where he and his school faced their hated rivals from another suburb. The teams ended up brawling after one of Scott's teammates was knocked out by a cheap shot from one of the opposing players. Things got really ugly very quickly, and Scott was caught in the middle of a riot. He fought his way out of the crowd, and after rescuing his belongings from the locker room, he ran all the way home, passing a lot of police cars and television news vans speeding to the scene to cover the riot that broke out at the basketball game.

Exactly how Scott ended up in the staircase room for the first time had been long forgotten. All he knew was, it was indirectly because of the riot at the game in late 1994, after his behavior started getting more and more erratic. For two years, Scott largely kept to himself, growing more and more lonely as the months went on.

"Hey babe, what brings you here?"

Finally, one night in early 1997, Scott found a bar. He couldn't legally buy a drink, but he was so desperate for any kind of human interaction that he didn't care about it. Sure, he might feel awkward surrounded by a bunch of drunks while he kept nursing a glass of cheap soda all night, but it had to beat the hell out of his bizarre existance since he finished high school.

Scott found himself talking to a 22 year old college senior. He had long forgotten her name, but she was quite attractive with her short hairstyle, the glasses on her face, and the outfit she was wearing. As the night went on, their flirting became more bold. Finally, without thinking, Scott leaned over and kissed her.

The next thing he knew, some stranger nudged him and asked "Hey, you guys wanna get a room or somethin'? You guys have been making out in front of everyone for five minutes!"
"Oh!" Scott stammered. "S-sorry!"
"That's a great idea!" the girl says before the man could respond. "Come on, Scott! My place, right now!"

Scott lost his virginity that night, almost immediately upon entering the woman's apartment. They did it several times that night, and Scott could remember only getting about an hour of sleep before the woman's alarm went off. She had a class to get to, one that really couldn't be skipped.

"So, are we gonna see each other again, Scott?" the girl asked as she walked him to the door.
"Oh yeah, I think we will, definitely. You know, you were fucking awesome last night."
The girl blushed. "So were you, Scott! Are you sure you were a virgin?"
"Yep. Never got any until we met."
"You're kidding me!"
"Not at all."
"I don't believe you!" she laughed. "Someone that inexperienced wouldn't have known how to hit all of my g-spots the way you did!"

This was easy. I need to do this a lot more often...

"Anyway, I need to go. Call me?"
"Yeah, I'll call you tonight."
"Cool. C'mere, baby..."
Scott and the woman embraced and kissed passionately. "Take care, Scott. I'll see you later."
"Definitely. See ya."

That morning, Scott Alan Childers, the shy but talented high school basketball star, was laid to rest by his alter ego, Scott Raymond Chen, the monicker that he had assumed during the dark days following the riot during the last game he played. Raymond Chen was the name of a childhood friend of Scott who moved to California midway through his sophomore year of high school without telling anyone, even Scott.

From that day forward, Scott Raymond Chen realized he had the ability to walk into a bar, and leave with an attractive woman on his arm. And he was going to exploit that skill for all it was worth. For the next ten years, Scott would hit a different bar or club in a different town almost every single night of the week. Ninety nine times out of a hundred, he would leave with a girl he had won over over the course of the evening, and they would retreat to her place to screw a few times. The next morning, Scott and the girl would kiss goodbye, with Scott usually making a promise that he knew he wasn't going to keep. Over the course of ten years, Scott slept with thousands of women of all races, creeds and sizes.

At least twice a month, Scott would knowingly target a woman who was there with her boyfriend or husband. Who knew how many committed relationships Scott ended up ruining?

Scott, people are beginning to talk about what you're doing every night with strange women. Aren't you afraid that some guy's going to take action against you if he found out that you seduced his girlfriend behind his back? I mean, come on! You fucked some woman in the bathroom of a club while her husband was too engrossed in the game on the TV!

Scott's nocturnal activities were discovered by his friends Josh, Sara, and Jasper a few years ago after they kept noticing that Scott was disappearing every evening around nine, no matter where in the world they had ended up. Whenever they met up with Scott in the morning, he would never say where he had gone to. Usually, he had slipped away from his comrades and gone to the nearest club, looking for that night's lover.

Finally, Sara and Josh decided to trail Scott from a distance, wondering what in the hell he was doing every night. At first, they didn't think too much of it, since there really wasn't anything out of the ordinary with going to a bar in a strange place. Sara and Josh followed Scott for three evenings to three different clubs, and Scott walked out around 12:30 on three different nights with three different girls hanging onto him.
"Well," said Josh after he watched Scott and his new friend pile into a taxi, "it looks like we now know why Scott keeps disappearing every night. I hate to say it, but I'm a little jealous of him right now."

Yeah, Josh, this is what I do every night. I'm not the only person in the world who does this, you know.

Even after the return to the staircase room, Scott didn't cease his nightly activities, although he did give Josh the impression that he had lost his drive for adventure, and that he was content to sit in front of the TV every single day doing absolutely nothing. That wasn't the case, though. Whenever a very bored Josh left for a half-hearted adventure, Scott would get up, get dressed, and head out to the nearest bar. It was at one of the local bars that he met Krissy for the first time.

They both hit it off immediately, but somehow, Scott couldn't bring himself to ask Krissy if she wanted to sleep with him right away. Something about her was so much different from the thousands of women he had met and dumped after essentially using their bodies to masturbate with. Much to his surprise, Krissy lived in the same building as Scott did:
"You do?" asked Scott.
"Yeah!" Krissy giggled. "I share a condo with my boyfriend Roger, who usually is either out with his friends, or on a business trip."
"Oh, cool," Scott said.

Scott and Krissy agreed to keep in touch, and for once, he went home alone. He didn't care, though. He couldn't quite explain the emotions he was feeling about Krissy, but Scott could definitely tell that ten years of casual sex with strangers was coming to a rapid end.

She's it, man! I can't explain it! Krissy is...wow! She's something else, for sure. It's too bad she's living with her boyfriend.

After that, Scott and Krissy kept in touch, talking for at least ten minutes a day for the next eight weeks. Half of the time, it seemed that Roger was the dominant topic of conversation, and one night, Krissy blurted out that she was growing bored with him.
"Whoa, whoa! Are you okay?" Scott asked her. He noticed the tears forming in her eyes.
"I-I just don't know, Scott!" she sobbed. "I'm so confused! I don't know what to think any more. I love him, but it just seems like we're just roommates half of the time! He spends more time with his friends than he does me! A-and then there's you, Scott!"
"I'm not causing any problems, am I?"
"No, no! He doesn't even know that I talk to you! But you're why I'm so confused, Scott. I really like you a lot, and it seems that you're here for me more than Roger is lately!"
"Wow, I...that's...ummm, wow..."
"Never mind that! Just hold me right now!"

A few days later, Scott broke down and confessed that he was probably falling for Krissy. He also mentioned his past, and how he was ready to settle down with one girl instead of sleeping with seven women every week. To his surprise, Krissy didn't shun Scott upon learning upon his past treatment of women. In fact, quite the opposite happened, and their bond grew stronger.

Finally, Krissy invited him to her place, knowing full well that Roger was out of town. Scott didn't know what the night had in store, but in the back of his mind, he knew. Krissy definitely knew, but she wanted to wait for the right time to make a move on Scott. The sex was incredible, they thought, but things suddenly became very, very strange.

Which leads up to right now...

Scott silently reviewed the events of the night before in his mind, wondering what the hell went wrong, and why. Strangely enough, he wasn't even upset at Krissy, but he was still at a loss.

"Scott? Scott? Please come back. I'm really sorry, I didn't want to make things weird that you'd never want to talk to me again. I really do lo-er, like you a lot, and I don't want to lose you!"

It was 6:45 in the morning.

After a few tense minutes, Scott stood up. Something had to be done, and it could not wait another second. Walking out of the staircase room, he found himself at Krissy's door. It was still unlocked, so he opened it and went inside. Krissy was curled up on the sofa in the living room, with wadded up tissues clutched in her hand. Sammy the cat nervously paced the room, knowing that there was something wrong with his owner, but unable to fix it. Her eyes opened when Scott approached her.

"Scott?"
"Yes, I've come back. I'm really sorry for leaving like that, but things just got weird there."
"You're not mad?"
"No, I'm not mad at all. Why would I be mad?"
Suddenly, Krissy's funk lifted. She smiled for the first time since Scott came back, leaped off the couch, and threw her arms around Scott. "I missed you!" she said. "Hey, if things got weird, then I'm sorry."
"It wasn't you, Krissy. Hell, I don't even know what the fuck it was."
"Haha! You said the magic word!"
"Oh, come on!" Scott finally smiled. "So we're going to go there so soon?"

Krissy smirked as she discarded the robe she was wearing. "Yeah, Scott! Now are you going to take those clothes off, or am I going to have to do it myself?"
Her hands made their way down to Scott's belt, and she quickly had it off his waist. Scott started to fumble around with the buttons on his shirt.
"Aw, screw it! Let's go!"

Krissy let out a squeal of excitement, and jumped up, wrapping her legs around Scott's waist. Scott carefully carried Krissy into the bedroom, trying very hard not to stumble, and ruing that he wasn't in the best shape of his life at the moment. But it didn't matter at this point. Nothing did.

Scott opened his eyes and looked at the clock. It was half past noon. Krissy was still sound asleep next to him. He quickly thought about his ten years in the bars, and how glad he was about how that chapter of his life was now over.

It's over. I've found the one, he thought.

1. Later that day...
2. Roger comes back a few days earlier than expected.
3. Something else?

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