Good Girl Goes Bad

The Aftermath

Blaire groaned as a large, fluffy pillow came in contact with her head. She rolled over and checked her phone, groaning again when she saw the time.

"Get up, sleepy head! We have a school to attend," Callie called cheerfully. She was across the room sitting on her bed, which is now one pillow short.

"Callie, it's five thirty! We don't even have to leave until seven," Blaire complained, even though she was already wide awake.

"True, true. But by the time we finish piecing together what happened last night, we most likely won't even have time for breakfast," Callie explains. Blaire tries to think back to the night before. The only memories she can manage to find are blurry and questionable at best.

"Why do we have to piece it together?" Blaire asks, frustrated.

"Because by the time we get to school, other people are going to be talking about all this stuff we did and neither one of us is going to remember a thing," Callie responds as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. Blaire moans and rubs her head.

"I don't remember a thing, Callie," Blaire admits. Callie laughs and yet again, Blaire feels like an idiot.

"Well yeah, you aren't going to remember right away. If you try to remember the homework you had for class, does it come back right away? Give it a few minutes," Callie instructs. "You don't have a headache or anything, do you? I'm sorry, I don't get hangovers and I always forget to ask.

"No, I'm fine. Just annoyed that I can't remember anything that happened. I just remember that there was a guy," Blaire started, only to see Callie holding back a giant grin. "What?" Blaire asked warily.

"Oh I definitely remember that part. Sweetie, you basically hooked up with Dillon Hoffman, the biggest bad boy in the school. He rarely ever dates, just hooks up with girls and leaves before they wake up the next morning," Callie stated, holding back a grin.

"You're kidding me, right? I didn't do anything, well, stupid did I?" Blaire asks, hesitating on the last part.

"I'm so not kidding. And no, you disappeared with him for a while, but when you came back I asked what happened and you said you guys just made out. You were being all pouty and saying he was being pushy at first. But then you brightened up as you explained how he totally understood that you weren't ready," Callie says, checking Blaire's reaction and giggling at the relief in her eyes.

"You have to tell me everything that happened between me and him," Blaire demanded, curious.

"Well, you guys started playing beer pong against Lorenzo and me," Callie started, searching for a hint of recognition.

"I remember that. I remember beating you and starting another game and that's about it," Blaire helps. Callie nods, a mischievous look in her eyes.

"Well, you guys won the tournament. I don't remember exactly how many games you guys played, I just remember you guys flirting more and more each one. By the end there was rarely a time when his arms weren't around you. He couldn't quit kissing you, either. Lips, cheeks, neck, and anywhere else you would let him," Callie grinned as she said the last part. She leaned back, laughing as Blaire got pissed when she didn't continue.

"Callie! Tell me," Blaire screeched, throwing the pillow back at her. Callie laughed as she picked her story back up.

"Well, you wouldn't really let him get any more...intimate than the neck. But after everyone was done with pong, you guys went into the shed again. You were grinding with each other, and things were getting really, well, Dillon. I was starting to think you weren't going to get out of that party with your virginity," Callie pauses.