Lost in a Maze

Chapter 33: Chasing

I woke up in my bed with a colossal headache. Perhaps the hypothetical knife stuck in my brain woke me up, I wouldn't be surprised if it did. My eyes were so heavy I could barely keep them open, I blearily watched the room around me stop spinning as I sat up, pressing my palm to my forehead.
A horrible fear ran through me as I tried to remember what had happened last night. What had I done?! I had been so angry at Newt, now I was terrified I'd done something stupid.

I pulled off the covers, squinting as everything seemed so unnaturally bright. My bare legs were covered in little cuts and bruises, my heart sank as I realised I was only in my underwear. What the fuck have you done?

I pulled on some clothes quickly, not caring if they were matching or not, and pulled open the door to go find Emily. I stumbled through the fields, tripping over the laces I hadn't bothered to tie, squinting around to try spot her. She wasn't running today, she was running tomorrow, so she had to be here.

"Erin!" Someone shouted, I spun around to see her running towards me. "You alright?" She asked, resting a hand on my shoulder.

"Emily what happened last night?!" I asked her frantically, blurting out the words as fast as I could. "Tell me please, tell me I didn't do anything with any boys."

She looked hesitant, a pitying look in her eye. I didn't have time for it, I needed to know now. I was so, so scared of losing Newt forever. "Emily, tell me I didn't sleep with anyone."

"No! No you didn't, don't worry." She said, raising her eyebrows in alarm and pulling me into a hug.

"Did I kiss anyone?" I asked, relaxing slightly against her at that news.

"No, not that I saw. I don't think you would have." She said firmly, letting go and steering me towards the kitchen.
I heaved a huge sigh of relief, a weight felt like it had been lifted off my shoulders.
"But," She started, I looked at her, my eyes wide.

"But what?! What happened?!"

"Well as you got more drunk you got more touchy, Minho pulled off his top and poured drink down his abs and you drank it off him, you kind of hung onto him all night." She explained cautiously.

My hand flew to my mouth, shutting it tightly. "Medjacks," I mumbled, diverting us away from the kitchen. "What else?"

She just looked at me for a second, before stifling a laugh behind her hand and saying, "You told Newt that he was the best looking dick you've ever seen, and he has one."

"No I didn't!" I said woefully, laughing but incredibly embarrassed. "That's so embarrassing."

"You also punched Teresa." She said, grinning.
"I what?!" I exclaimed, suddenly very proud of my drunk self.

"Yep. She turned up after storming off, tried to join in on the party. Then you shouted, 'don't call me a wrist cutting whore again you ugly skank!' and punched her in the face." She laughed, pushing open the door.

"No way, I'm actually so mad I wasn't sober enough to see it."
"You wouldn't have done it if you were sober." She corrected me, I couldn't help but agree.

"How am I not in the pit?!" I asked, sitting down on the bed as we waited for Clint or Jeff to turn up.

"Newt said you were too drunk, that you definitely wouldn't remember it in the morning so it couldn't count. Everyone else agreed, lucky for you, otherwise you'd be going in it now. But," She added, seeing I was about to speak, "Thomas put Teresa in the pit for saying that about you."

I burst out laughing, "No, actually?!"
"You can go see her sorry ass for yourself." She shrugged, laughing with me as Clint came in.

"Oh! Back again so soon Lip?!" He exclaimed, setting down the scissors and bandages he was holding.
"Back again...?" I frowned, looking between them for help.