Finding You

Chapter 32

"Ugh," I say for the umpteenth time in the last 10 minutes. My arm rests over my face to shield me of my guilt.

"Oh my God, relax already. You look like you've caught pneumonia just from last night," Sophie quirks from the other side of my bed.

"Yeah, come on. We need to get you out of this bed. It's 1pm already and you guys have dance at 2."

"I can't go to dance. I can't show my face!"

"Stop being so dramatic. You know you fucked up; own it," Sophie replies, shaking my leg in an effort to comfort me. It doesn't work.

How do you get over the guilt of knowing that you homewrecked a relationship? I've been so careful not to overstep boundaries with James, only to shatter them all in under 10 minutes.

"I can't even imagine what she must be feeling right now. She probably wants to smash my face in like James did with that guy at the club," I mimic a sob into my hands, my voice groggy with shame.

"That was pretty funny," Liv and Sophie chuckle before I shoot Liv a death stare, "I mean, no, it wasn't. Definitely not."

"Come on. Some Tylenol and a good lunch will bring your mood up. Ally, I'm not going to dance without you, and you know how Madame is. It's your first day back in a while."

I groan, not willing to move. I will remain planted in my nice, comfy bed and mourn the mistakes that I made while tipsy and irrational.

Sophie has other plans, though.

In one swift movement, I'm pushed off of my bed onto my rug — luckily not my hard wooden floor.

"You're a bitch," I groan, my body flat against the floor.

I huff, slowly moving to sit up on my ass before Sophie offers me her hand.

"I told you I'm not going to dance without you."

I continue moaning and groaning as they choose some activewear for me to wear while I take control of my walking-dead look.

For somebody who had only one shot, and 2 glasses of wine last night, you wouldn't expect for me to look this beat. But the Tylenol and concealer that Liv placed in my hand says otherwise.

Dance is less treacherous than I figured it would be. By 4, Sophie and I are finished up and on our way to the Starbucks close by to the studio — the one that James and I met at. God, even his name fills me with shame.

I order my usual Caramel Frap, and she orders and iced coffee. I pick up an extra iced coffee, since it's Liv's favourite and decide to bring it home to her, since I'm the best friend ever.

Sophie clears her throat while we head en route towards my apartment.

"You know you have to talk to her, right?"

I internally wince at her words. Taking a deep breath I reply, "I know. I know I do, I just don't know what the fuck to say. It's never been me in this situation. James fucks up all the time, and I have to set the boundaries straight again."

"You just need to tell her the truth. It's not like she's an idiot, Ally. Everybody could tell the chemistry between you two from a mile away. This was probably just the confirmation she needed," Sophie shrugs.

"That doesn't make things easier."

"No, it doesn't. But it does mean that bullshit- talking her isn't gonna work. That's why honesty is the best policy."