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I groaned, rolling out of the warm comfort of my dorm bed. I really didn't want to get up, didn't want to leave the warm and inviting company of Zoe, the cheetah who had spent the night in my bed. But, it was Friday, and I had a class to get to. It was around 9 or so, and my class was at 10 on the dot.

So I got out of bed, groaning, and started to stumble around. Zoe had been laying with me in bed, and she'd woken up when I started to roll around. The cheetah let out a soft moan, rolling on her stomach, and looked at me.

"Hey," she said it quietly, but I heard her. I turned around, pulling on some pants, and smiled at her.

"Hey," I said.

"Last night was good," she drew the word 'good' out. I smiled again, pulling my pants up around my waist.

"Yeah, it was," I said. I buttoned and zipped my jeans, then started to look for a shirt. Zoe sat up in bed, stretching her arms over her head. I noticed her naked body immediately, and last night ran through my head again. It had been good, I wan't lying about that. But now that I had a class to get to, I almost wanted her to leave.

"You not have class today?" I asked her.

"Not until later," she said.

"Ah," I nodded, pulling on a t-shirt. "Well I have class now, and kind of need to get out of here."

"Okay," Zoe said. She got out of my bed, then started to pull on her clothes, which were laying a few feet away. I rubbed my face, still feeling tired, but snatched up my phone and wallet from my nearby desk.

"I don't mean to sound mean," I said. "I feel like I am, but I'm not trying to, you know..." then I stopped talking. Its effective really, if a girl kisses you the morning after sex. I know it makes me stop taking.

"It's cool," Zoe said as she stepped away from me. "I know last night was just kind of a, one night thing. I get it, I really do."

"Uh," I rubbed my face, suddenly feeling like a total dick. "I don't want to just kick you out," I said. "I don't even know you, and I feel like a jerk."

"Hey, It's fine," Zoe said. "You showed me a nice time last night, and I'm glad," she kissed me again, pressing her lips softly against mine. I kissed her back, feeling that warm sensation run down my spine. "Thanks Thomas," Zoe said when she pulled away. She looked at me, her steady purple/blue eyes looking into my own black eyes.

She stepped away from me, then tugged open my dorm door. Then Zoe slipped into the hallway, leaving my door open. I looked at where she had been, then let out a long breath. I ran a paw through my hair, then looked around my dorm for my messenger bag. I found it at the foot of my bed and picked it up, slinging it over my shoulder. I left my dorm, going out into the hall, then literally ran into my roommate.

"Yo, whats up dude?" Tanner Smith slapped my shoulder, his fox eyes looking dull and hazy.

"Not much," I said. "Where have you been for the past like, week man?"

"Getting high with my buddy in his dorm," Tanner said. I laughed, and Tanner smiled sheepishly. I told him goodbye and he nodded, going into the dorm we shared. I walked down the hall, heading out of the dorm building. I had a math class today but that was it. I had been off work for the past few days, and that had been pretty nice. Working at a surf and skate shop on a beach is to damn fun.

I got out of my dorm house, then put a paw in my face. It was bright as hell outside, and the sun had all but slapped me across the face when I'd come outside. It did feel good though. It wasn't as hot as it had been lately. I put my paws in my pockets and headed for the math building on Green Pine. Its as big as the other buildings if not bigger. The professors there are all freaking math gods though, its ridiculous. Don't forget, I'm the guy who can't really add to save his life. So the fact that the math professors at Green Pine are all freaking super geniuses is a huge relief to me.

It was a short three minute walk from my dorm to the math building. The air outside was hot, like I said, but wasn't that bad. I'd throw on some jeans and a t-shirt for class, and even though the shirt was black I was fine in the heat. I walked with my paws in my pockets, my messenger bag tapping against my butt while I walked. There were other students walking outside, going to and from class. I walked with my usual steady pace to class, but was thinking about a million different things. One thing in particular really.

It had been not even a week since I'd meet Kiylee, then had sex with her in the pool house that same night. It had been good, I won't lie. But now I'd had sex with Zoe, and that had been just as good. That was two girls, practically within the same week. It wasn't cool, not really. I felt my stomach take a sudden flip, running both nights through my head. I didn't really even know Zoe, but I did know Kiylee. We weren't really boyfriend and girlfriend, not really. We'd had sex, so you'd think that now we would be going out.

So what did that make me? A cheater? A loser? A bad boyfriend? I sighed and ran a paw through my hair. I was practically in front of the math building now, and it wasn't really the time to reviewing my sexual history. I tabled the thoughts for now, and did my best to focus during class.

Like most days, my professor stood in front of the class and lectured, writing things down on the large whiteboard while he talked. I sat near the front of the room, writing down notes while I watched him walk and talk. I was focused enough while the professor taught. He talked about pythagorean theorems, angles and sides. His paw ran over the board while he wrote, drawing various lines, shapes and equations. I wrote it all down, making notes to myself.

I was still distracted though. Kiylee kept running through my mind. I felt like a complete asshole for having sex with Zoe. I talked to Kiylee a lot, almost every day. She asked me how I slept, I asked her how she was doing, we talked about classes and everything else. Every night I'd text her before I went to sleep, and either she or I would text a "good morning" when the first one of us woke up.

I looked at the whiteboard, suddenly unable to focus clearly. I tapped my pen against my desk, then let out an angry sigh. I dropped my pen to the desk and slapped my notebook closed. I stuffed said notebook into my bag then tossed the pen in after it. I pulled my messenger bag over my shoulder, then stood up from my desk.

"Orroro, cutting out early," my professor glanced at me from the board. He went back to writing though, and I left class. I was to distracted to focus now, and needed to get this sudden mess sorted out. It was only going to screw with me if I didn't fix it, and I didn't need that. That was the whole reason I had taken off from Monticello. To get my life on track.

Back in the hot air, I walked for the dorms. I needed to tell Kiylee that I had hit a snag with her in our relationship, and I needed to smooth it out. I waked for the dorms, almost jogging, but the slowed down. There weren't many other students out now. Most of them were in class, or maybe even still asleep. Then I wondered where Kiylee was. It was Friday, and she had one class at 11. So I still had time to go talk to her. She was probably in her dorm, but I pulled out my cell phone. I sent her a quick text, asking if I could talk to her. I slowed down, my footsteps getting lighter. I was rushing, and didn't need to be. I had fucked Kiylee over, but if she said she was done with me, that was on me. I had screwed myself over in the process, but in the end it was all on me.

My phone buzzed, and I pulled it out of my pocket.

Yeah, come over! I'm in my dorm now but I'll head to the fountain! from Kiylee. I looked at the message, then cursed myself. I put my phone back in my pocket, then started to think about what I would say. I put my paws behind my head, letting out an angry sigh, but kept walking. This was all on me, anyway it went.

I walked for the fountain now, and stuffed my paws into my pockets. I walked across the grass, my feet making soft sounds as I waked. I came off the grass, then went down the first set of stairs. I walked with a slow pace, but could feel my nerves working overtime in my stomach. My stomach flipped over as if to further empathize the point, and I swallowed. It was hot outside already, and that wasn't helping me to stay calm.

I kept walking through. I went down the second set of stairs, then saw Kiylee. She was coming out of her dorm, dressed in a flowery sun dress. Her short black hair was pinned back over one hear, and her dress was a light blue. I slowed down, looking at her. Again I reminded of how pretty she was, and how innocent she was. But then on the heels of that, I was instantly reminded that I had now lost my chance to be with her.

I didn't call out to get her attention, because I didn't need to. She spied me from the steps, then held up a paw, waving. I continued to look at her, then held up my own paw. It was half hearted, and in a little while I knew it wouldn't mean a thing to her. But I put my paws in my pockets, and walked down the third set of stairs. I felt utterly defeated, and a sinking feeling was welling inside my stomach.

"Hey!" Kiylee called out, rounding a corner. She practically skipped to where I was walking, and threw her arms around me. Her slim body and sweet smells filled my nose and chest, and I swallowed. But I put an arm around her, and hugged her back. I pulled her close to me, glad to see her.

"Hey," I said the word quietly, with a slim voice. Kiylee looked at me, her eyes shinning.

"Whats up?" she asked me.

"Uh," I rubbed the back of my head. I looked away from her bright face. "Nothing, really," I muttered.

"You okay?" she put her paws to my chest and pressed herself against me. "Something wrong?" I turned back to look at her. Her blue eyes looked into my own beady black eyes, and I sighed. I closed my eyes and rested my head on top of Kiylee's.

"I'm sorry," was what I said first.

"What?" she looked at me, her eyes still bright. "What do you mean? You didn't do anything wrong."

"Yeah," I swallowed. "I did actually. I fucked up, okay?" I stepped away from her, then sat down at the foot of the stairs. I dropped my messenger bag at my feet, and let my paws hang in between my legs. I looked back at Kiylee though. "I fucked up, and I've been lying to you."

"What are you talking about?" Kiylee walked over to me, her small feet scratching the ground. "Hey," she crouched down, putting a paw to my face. "Come on, talk to me."

"Geezes," I sighed, looking up. Kiylee took her paw from my face. I looked at her beautiful blue eyes, her sweet face and soft hair. I took her in, drinking her image into my mind. I knew it was the last time I'd ever see her face this happy again.

Then, after taking a breath, I told her. I started with the day in class, then slowly worked my way into the following night. I only told her that Zoe and I had had sex though. I didn't name the cheetah, but I knew I didn't need to. I slowed down my words, knowing I was running out of things to say. I looked at Kiylee, falling completely silent for a minute.

"And I'm sorry Kiylee," I said. "I know you don't want to hear it, but I am sorry. I fucked you over, I was being my same old stupid dumb fuck self, and I hurt you. But it doesn't matter now." I looked down again, starring at the ground.

"Why?" Kiylee asked. I heard her speak, but still didn't look up. Instead, I let out another angry sigh.

"Because I'm an idiot. I've been like this for the past few years now, just jumping from girl to girl and never stopping to get to know any of them. I'm no good." I put a paw to the back of my head. Then I dropped my paws and stood up. I picked up my messenger bag and went back up the stairs.

"I am sorry," I said. I went up the stairs, not bothering to look back at Kiylee. I came up one set of stairs, then the next. I slowed down when I came to the top set of stairs, but still I didn't look back. The husky didn't say anything to stop me, but I didn't blame her. I had cheated on her. I had hurt her in the worst way possible, and I had fucked up our relationship, and her happiness in the process.

By the time I dropped my messenger bag to the floor of my dorm, I felt like I was going to puke out my stomach. I laid down on my dorm bed, still dressed, and put an arm over my face. It was still mid day, and the sun was bright in the sky. Right now though, sleep was the only thing that sounded good to me. So I sat up, pulled off my clothes, and laid back down. I got under my sheets, pulling them up to my chin, then rolled over. I closed my eyes, still feeling sick. I took a breath, then put an arm over my face, trying my best to block out the sun that was streaming in through the window. Tanner wasn't in the room, thankfully, and I let out a long breath, my eyes still closed.

I did fall asleep, but I didn't dream. I was glad I didn't. I had no doubt that it would have been some fucked up thing about why my life was total shit. I sleep from 9:36 to almost 5:00 in the afternoon. I probably would have kept sleeping, if Anji hadn't come.

The wolf knocked on my door, instead of barging in like he normally did. I heard the soft knocks, and woke up. I took in a long breath, putting my paws to my face. I'd heard the knocks, but didn't get out of bed. The same sinking feeling was still rooted in my stomach. Although now, it felt more like a sunken feeling.

"Thomas?" Anji's voice came from the other side of the door. "Come on mate. At least open the door."

Open the door? Right now that seemed like an impossible task. I pressed my paws into my face, taking a breath. But then, I pulled my paws away from my face. I sat up with a groan, then heaved myself a sigh when I was upright. I felt a wave of emotion swim over me, and I pressed the heels of my paws into my eyes. I'm not a cryer, and almost never do it. But when shit hits the fan, I tend to get emotional.

I took my paws away from my face, then got out of bed. I picked up my pants and slowly pulled them on, then walked to my door. I pulled it open, and there was Anji. The wolf was dressed in jeans and a tank top, and his steady blue eyes looked at me. I walked away from the door, breaking eye contact with my friend. I sat down on my bed, then laid down. Anji came into the room, closing the door behind him.

"I heard what happened," he said. Anji sat down at the side of my bed, and rested his head on the mattress.

"What'd you hear?" I asked quietly. I don't normally talk if I'm upset, so I surprised myself.

"Just that you cheated on her," Anji said. "I heard it from my girlfriend after Kiylee told her." Anji looked up, even though I wasn't looking back at him. "Then my girl said to slap you for fucking Kiylee over, but I'm not gonna do you like that."

"Thanks," I muttered.

"Welcome," Anji said.

"Uhhh..." I groaned, pressing my paws into my face, and sat up. I ran my paws up my face and through my hair, then dropped them into my lap. "How could I be so fucking stupid man?" I asked Anji.

"I don't know," the wolf replied. He turned to look at me. "I know I've done some stupid shit in my life, but I don't know what to tell you."

"Yeah," I rubbed my face. I felt like a fool, since I'd pretty much stabbed Kiylee in the back. I definitely deserved whatever shit fell on me for the next few weeks. Or months. Or years even. I rubbed my face again. Then a sudden thought ran through my mind.

"Kiylee doesn't care about me anymore," I said. "That's clear, right?"

"Yeah," Anji shrugged. "I guess so."

"But Celestia does," I said.

"What?" Anji looked at me now, squinting an eye. "You mean that girl that you used to hang out with back in Monticello?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "The younger girl, with the shy personality and the little temper."

"If you want to see her you'd have to go back home," Anji said.

"Well maybe that's what I need," I replied. "Maybe I just feel homesick." The idea was so sudden, but now I could see it forming more clearly. I hadn't seen or talked to Celestia in a year or so now, since moving out to Long Beach.

"Yeah," I stood up now. "That's my plan."

"Wait," Anji stood up to now, looking at me. "Your just going to throw all your shit back in your bag and take off back home?"

"Not forever man," I replied. "Just for this weekend." I looked at Anji, then looked away. "I never did say goodbye to mom anyways," I muttered quietly.