Girls just wanna be whores

She woke up feeling the hangover settling in. "Damnit." She didn't really remember last night at all...
Steps to the bathroom. How did she get here?
Wet face pounding skull. How did she get her face wet?
Stomach rolling. Soft sheets. Big pillows. OH bed... she was in bed now. Did she ever get up?

Loud pounding on the door. Her eyes wrenched open.
"Let me in Delia!"
His voice sounded angry and she didn't know why. She thoughgt for a moment. To let him in or to make him wait. Her head was hurting afterall... He could come in and hold her. Maybe she would try to get up.
"Damnit let me in! You will not avoid me today!!!" He pounded again
oh...oh no. Things from the day before fell back into place. They were broken up now. He had called it quits and she was, well she had been ok with it. In fact that was the result of the massive hangover.
The night flooded back into memory. MAking its way past the alcohol that lingered in her brain. Drink after drink. Boys. New boys, the one she had been wanting for the past week. Now she let him kiss her. And she kissed back. Another boy. More kisses. How delightful to be doing whatever she damn well pleased.
"Please...let me in. I need to talk to you" His voice changed tones completely. Where was the strong asshole that stood at the door just a moment before?
She was happy and he wasn't. He had messed up bad by dumping her. The thing was she was ok with it. She loved it infact. More drama. More freedom. More alcohol. She got out of bed and opened the door.
There he stood. Her lover for more than 9 months. At least he thought he was. Sure she loved him now and then, but he wasn't her type. not now.
"Delia.."
"I made out with two other guys last night Kevin. I loved it. I was drunk and I screwed around with guys. That were NOT you." Each word was meant to feel like a dagger in his heart. She didn't really know why she was being so mean. He had never treated her with anything but love and devotion. Sometimes he reminded her of a puppy. A puppy that she was tired of now...
"I will take you back. We can work through this..."
So puppy boy wanted her back?
"Nope. I don't want you. I had fun last night."
She closed the door in his face. She smiled. She had choosen to be this. She didn't really want him. She couldn't remember when she really had. Did that make her a horrible person?
She called her buddy from last night.
"hey big boy. Want company?"

Girls can be really fucking mean and total whores.