As my eyes slowly started to adjust the next morning to the excruciating sun that was blasting through my windows,instant regret made my thoughts unberable. I wasn't sure why I regretted sleeping with Mike, but I'm sure one of the reasons was that he was a Class A typical jock and would exploit our little stunt last night to everybody.
I smelled bacon cooking downstairs and quickly jogged down the steps to get some greasy food in my system. I saw bags packed by the front door and questioned my mom about them.
"Your dad is going on vacation." Was a classic lie they always told, but I was too hungover to care right now. I shoved a couple of pieces of bacon in my mouth, drunk some water to help my Tylenol go down, then back to my room I retreated.
I wasn't sure how Tony would even react to finding out one day that I'm fake dating Vic then next I'm having sex with Mike the grade A asshole of the school. Then I would really have to explain to him that Vic knows everything that goes on inside of this house. I'm sure he will be disappointed in me, because soon my dad will find out and then soon we will be relocating again.
My chest rose and fell as my thoughts were corroding my brain causing my anxiety level to fly through the roof. I really didn't mean to mess up this time, I swear.
I didn't face anyone that day, I barely even gathered enough strength to cone down and get something to eat, because I know I just about ruined my life.
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The next day, I prepared myself for the worse possible. I didn't walk straight to our table during breakfast, I just ignored everybody and waited for all of the laughs to come.
"We need to talk." Mike met me at the corner of the cafeteria. I looked around and didn't see anybody from our table looking back at us.
"There's nothing to talk about." I said walking away from him. He grabbed my elbow.
"This is serious."
"What, Mike?"
"I didn't use a condom and I did not pull out."
IM BACK!!!
