Olympus Drive Book 2: Nothing to See Here

Chapter 35

Anna

When I wake up, I feel terribly sick. My head doesn't. I just feel sick and a bit sore all over. I'm going to guess having sex in the woods will do that to a person. I sit up, putting a hand to my hair. I check my phone which apparently has been in my bra this whole time. I slept for like three hours it's still early in the morning. Damn, I feel like throwing up. And I feel weird. Just weird. I didn't really think I'd have sex with him. I kind of wanted to, but still. I didn't even mean to get that drunk. He was equally drunk so that makes me feel a bit better. And I went home without most of my clothes. That's a new one.

I keep on his shirt because it smells good. It smells like cedar, like his mom kept his clothes folded up with those little cedar sachets. I like it. It reminds me of his arms. That should not feel as good as it does. Nor should I feel as sick as I do. Damn it. Why do I feel so off? It's not like it's the first time I've had a one night stand. Why am I feeling so weird about it? I'm on the pill but I have no idea if we used a condom or not. If I'm feeling this weird I should just go buy a Plan B. Yes I am definitely going to. Because it would be entirely my unique luck to get knocked up from having sex in a goddamn field with the most beautiful man ever created.

I put on sweats and a sweatshirt, then splash my face. I just want to drive to a CVS and buy a Plan B and seven-up for my stomach. Then I'm probably gonna go back to sleep and watch the Office. Yes that sounds like a plan.

When I walk into the kitchen my mom's weird homeless ex boyfriend is there, looking in the fridge.

"Hi," I say, flatly.

"Hello, a police officer returned you a few hours ago," he says, by way of greeting.

"Yeah, I'm gonna go run an errand," I say, dryly.

"The nature of my comment was to relay your car is not here."

"I'll take my mom's car."

"You don't look well; would you like me to drive you?" he asks, politely. He has not changed his shirt it's still the one with blood on it, "I need go shopping anyway your mother is low on supplies."

"Sure," I say, flatly, because we have plenty of food. I don't really want the company, but now that he acts like this maybe I shouldn't leave him alone here with my mom still asleep. "Did you draw on our walls more?" I don't know why my mom was letting him do that.

"A little. Your mother and I were discussing something. Where did you want to go?" he asks, getting the keys.

"The Kroger or CVS, for medicine."

So I was fully expecting him to wind up judging me and my hung over ass, buying the Plan B at seven am. But no. Instead I wind up judging him.

"Having a barbeque?" I ask, as he stacks several cartons of steak, ground beef, and bacon, onto the counter. I'm in line first with my two packets of Plan B and my seven up.

"No, this is for me," he says, "You can have some, if you want."

"No, thanks," I say, finishing checking out. The cashier, who I also expected to be judging me, is also judging him.

"It might be good for you," he says, looking distinctly at my emergency contraceptive.

"No, pretty sure it wouldn't," I say, ripping the thing open and tossing the pill in my mouth, to take with the 7 up.

"Suit yourself," he says.

"Dude---wouldn't it be easier to buy a whole cow?" the cashier is definitely judging him not me.

"No, because then I'd have to butcher it and her mother said she didn't want me doing that at the house," he says, very calmly, pulling very bloodstained hundred dollar bills from his pocket.