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Chapter IV

      •<Dilemma>•

  I dare you to move. I dare you to move
   I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor
  I dare you to move. I dare you to move
Like today never happened
Today never happened before.
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Switchfoot

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Walking to the car park with Key and Autumn beside me, I groan for the hundredth time while I facepalm myself over and over.

"How did I get myself in this mess?" I sputter as I reach for the car door.

"Babes it's fine, okay?" Keyara tries to reassure me, "If he heard everything we talked about I think he would have addressed it, don't you think?"

"Or chose to ignore it," Autumn adds, prompting Key to shoot her a glare.

"What?" Her tone takes a high note as her eyebrows shoot up, "All I'm trying to say is that maybe he's being professional about it, I mean.." She emits a soft, airy chuckle, "Obviously he wouldn't come to you and make you feel worse than you already feel. He's trained to handle situations like this."

"And being silent about it would make me feel better?" I scrunch my brows in utter disbelief.

"Would you rather he addresses it to you? Can you imagine how awkward that would be? Talk of embarrassment," Autumn grimaces, "I'm certain he must have waved it off by now and here you are worrying yourself over something that happened ages ago."

Unable to formulate any word, l lean back and fold my arms over my chest as I bite the inside of my cheek. Memories of the incident replay relentlessly in my mind, the words echoing in my ears — a constant reminder of the foolishness I've displayed.

'I bet he could get me pregnant if he looked at me long enough with those eyes.'

Sinking in my seat, I pinch my eyes shut in hopes of getting rid of this unwanted memory, but I can't, not even burying my head in the sand or drinking down hundreds of shots of tequila will save me from this.

I'm screwed.

Arriving home, I casually fling my bag onto the couch before making a beeline for the refrigerator — seeking solace in a glass of wine to drown the embarrassment of the day.

Don't judge me.

"He must be one hell of a pulchritudinous man to have you this messed up, isn't he?" Autumn makes a witty remark and grins mischievously, "I'd love to see him." She says calmly as she leans on the couch, her elbow perfectly resting on the arm while her chin is perfectly propped in the palm of her hands like a little girl staring at the birds singing right outside her window.

"Okay that's enough," Key warns her, "And you..." She takes the bottle of wine from my hand, "Not a chance," she says as she puts it back in the refrigerator.

"Come on now!" Autumn whines as she throws her hand in the air for dramatic effect, "Why did you do that? I was going to join her."

"This time?" Key arches her eyebrows — taken aback by Autumn's words.

"The sun will soon start setting and besides," she shrugs her shoulders, "It's being a shitty day so why not wind down with some alcohol?"

Key lightly slaps her forehead and rests her fist on her waist while muttering something almost inaudible.