Lyin’ Ryan

Chapter 1-5

Later that night, I was awakened by the ringing of my cell phone. I turned on the lamp beside the bed and reached for my phone on the nightstand. Even though I didn’t recognize the number, I answered anyway.

“Hello?”

The sound of someone breathing on the other end of the line filled my ear.

“Who is this?”

“It’s Ryan,” a faint voice finally said.

Fuck. I was about to ask how he’d gotten my number, then remembered I’d given it to him at the bar. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“I’m f****d up.” His speech was slurred.

“Are you drunk?”

“I—f**k—yeah, I’m drunk.”

“Where are you?”

“In the bathroom. I think I’m gonna throw up.”

Before I could respond, I heard retching, then the line went dead. Ryan had gone out drinking after he left my place. But what did I expect from a twenty-one-year-old? I turned off the lamp and was about to try and go back to sleep when my cell phone rang again.

I sighed and answered. Ryan was on the line, still barely coherent. He called me a p***y for not f*****g him and accused me of being a c**k tease. I listened to his accusations and drunken babbling without saying a word until he finally hung up.

The phone rang again a few minutes later and I shut it off. f**k. I was getting exactly what I deserved for picking up a stranger at a bar. I knew better…or at least I thought I did.