Chapter 27
The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes the following morning was that my head was throbbing. Reluctantly, I turn over and lie flat on my back. Sunlight crept through my bedroom window and flared against the right side of my face, causing me to grimace with displeasure. I guess I forgot to close the drapes last night. My mouth was dry and my forehead was slick with sweat. I guess I also forgot to switch the fan on last night.
I placed a consoling hand to my temple and let out a groan when something, or rather, someone, turned over beside me.
Oh my fucking god….
There’s someone in my bed.
My heart raced inside my chest as my breathing became panicked. It was at this moment that I realise I am not wearing a shirt.
Fuck!
Please be wearing pants.
Please, please be wearing pants.
Cautiously, I lift up the blanket to see if I was wearing anything. Thankfully, I had a pair of trunks on… But they were inside out, which indicated that I had taken them off at some point and failed to properly put them back on.
Oh my god.
Fuck.
Shit.
I smack the bottom of my left palm against my forehead. Maybe if I hit myself in the head hard enough, I’ll be able to recall last nights events. More specifically, the events that somehow lead to me waking up in my briefs next to an unknown person. The blanket obscured any discernible features that could let me know who it was.
What the fuck do I do?
In a panic, I reach over towards the bedside table for my phone and quickly text Hannah.
Me:
911!!!!!!
I anxiously gnaw at my thumb as I waited for Hannah to respond. The time at the top of my phone’s screen read 10am, so hopefully Hannah is awake and can lend me some insight as to what the fuck happened last night.
Hannah:
What is ur emergency?
Me:
What happened last night?
Hannah:
A lot of things happened.
Why?
Me:
There’s someone in my bed…
Hannah:
😱😱😱😱😱
🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯
OMG!
REALLY?
WITH WHO?
OMG!!!!!!
Me:
I’M FREAKING OUT
I HAVE NO IDEA WHO IT IS.
THEY’RE STILL ASLEEP AND IDK WHAT TO DO.
WHAT DO I DO?
Hannah:
Omg!!!!
Okay, uh. Maybe you could sneak out before they wake up?
Me:
But it’s my house…
Hannah:
Oh. Right…
There’s still a possibility that nothing actually happened. Hell, maybe I’m still sleeping and I just don’t know it?
I pinch myself in the arm, hoping, praying that I’ll wake up. Instead, I open my eyes and there’s still a figure sleeping beneath my blanket.
“Ugh.” I hear a groan and I freeze in place.
Crap, what do I do?
I’m panicking.
Holy shit, I’m panicking.
Can someone die from panicking too much? Because I feel like I’m dying.
Maybe I’m already dead?
And this is hell?
Maybe my version of hell is being stuck in bed with an unknown person, and I have to spend eternity wondering who the hell—pun intended—it is.
The figure turns over and throws the blanket off of them, revealing their identity. It’s a girl I’ve never met before. At least, I don’t remember having ever met them before. Her ebony hair is wildly splayed as she perks herself awake.
“Hi.” She says, her voice calm.
“Uh, hi?” I sit up awkwardly. “Did we?” I couldn’t even bring myself to finish the question.
She scoffed before laughing. “Trust me, I think you would remember if we did.”
At that, I could finally breathe again.
So I was right? Nothing actually happened between us?
“Why?” Again, I couldn’t finish the sentence.
“We were making out, but then you vomited all over your clothes.” She says.
Gross.
And embarrassing!
Oh my god.
I guess that explains why I wasn’t wearing any clothes.
“Then you cried about how disgusting you were. Your friend came in and helped me carry you into the shower.”
I did not expect that story to get any worse…
“That’s mortifying.” I grimace at the thought.
“I’ve seen worse.” She says, making me feel a tad better.
“Wait, which friend?” I asked her.
She sits upward and swipes loose strands of hair away from her face. “I think his name was Cory?”
“Cody?”
“Yeah, that was his name.” She drags her feet towards her, raising her knees as she crosses her legs. “He was so sweet.”
“What do you mean?” I asked the girl whose name I still didn’t know.
“He shampooed your hair for you, he even cleaned up your vomit and took your dirty clothes to the laundry.”
From hearing the word, I had the urge to vomit.
“Me and my friends are close, but none of them would ever clean up my vomit.”
“Wait, what about… my… underwear?” I was afraid to ask.
“Oh, don’t worry, we didn’t see anything.” She answered, putting my mind at ease. “You showered with your underwear on and insisted on getting changed by yourself, which was a relief. Your friend left clothes for you on the vanity in the bathroom. Then you returned to the room with a pair of inside-out briefs and jumped straight into bed.”
“I’m sorry I crashed in your bed, I was going to go home with my friends but they had already left.” With that said, she drags herself out of my bed and starts gathering her things.
“Wait? What’s your name?” I asked her, genuinely curious. She seemed like a nice person, and I was more than certain that she did not go to the same school as me.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” She smiled.
Yes. That’s why I asked?
“By the way, your sheets are amazing.” She changes the subject, picking up her shoes and starting towards my bedroom door.
“Thanks?”
“Hope you have a nice day.” She waves at me before opening the door and takes her leave.
“You too.” I answer quietly, though she was already gone so she obviously couldn’t hear me.
I slumped deeper into my silk sheets, sighing with relief.
My brother entered my bedroom whistling with approval. “Damn, Dal. That girl was hot.”
Oh my god.
“Here I was thinking that you might be gay.” He lets out a comedic laugh. For some reason, his words came off as an insult, and it kind of hurt.
“What if I was?” I queried with an angry tone of voice before I could stop the words from coming out of my mouth.
He narrows his eyes at me, as if thinking over my question. “Are you?” He asks with furrowed eyebrows.
I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know.” Again, I spoke before I could stop myself.
He shifted in place before taking in a deep and sharp breath. “Dal, your my little brother. You could be into aliens and I’d still love you no matter what.”
I shook my head at him.
“Wait, you’re not into aliens… are you?”
“Shut up.” I groaned, reaching for my pillow and tossing it at his head.
With ease, he catches the pillow and throws it back at me.
“When your ready, you can get your ass up and help me clean the house up.” He gave an order.
Throwing the pillow off of me, I scoffed at him. “No. You’re the one who wanted to throw a party.”
“If you don’t help, I’ll tell mom and dad that you-“
“Fine!” I cut him off with a grumble. “Now get lost so I can get dressed!”
He reaches to close my door. “Scandalous.”
I rolled my eyes as the door closes shut.
It’s official. I am never drinking alcohol EVER AGAIN!
