I woke up with a groan and a piercing headache. The feeling was one I remembered from the cabin, and it was enough to make me realize that I did what I said I wouldn't do ever again. I drank and probably embarrassed myself again. I sat up and winced at the light, covering my eyes with my hand until my eyes adjusted to the brightness. I looked around and noticed that I was in Charlie's room, sleeping next to Max on the floor. Caden was asleep next to him, but Hector wasn't in the room. Charlie was asleep on her bed with her boyfriend right next to her. Even Sara was in the room sleeping on the other side of Charlie's bed. I slowly got up and left the room, swaying a bit and using the wall to help guide me. The house was a mess, with trash everywhere, and some people were still there sleeping. I opened the bathroom door and sighed in relief when no one was in there. I closed the door and splashed water on my face, drying and hands and face after and feeling around my pockets for my phone.
"Shoot," I mumbled when I couldn't remember if I texted my mom or not.
I opened up my messages and sighed in relief when I saw that I did text her. A few spelling errors, but the point was made. My eyebrows furrowed when I saw that I even texted Hector in the middle of the night. I thought I was with him all night; I don't remember splitting up. He didn't drink as much as me, but he was still pretty far gone from what I could remember. I was a bit nervous to look at the messages, especially since I woke up and he wasn't next to me. I opened them up, nonetheless, and I almost screamed at the horror. Never in my life would even imagine doing this.
"Diego? Are you in there?"
My face grew red as soon as I heard Hector's voice, and I didn't want to open the door in a million years. I was so embarrassed. I put my phone away immediately and slowly reached for the door handle, hoping that Hector didn't remember the messages. Maybe I could delete them from his phone if I casually asked to use his phone. I could say mine ran out of battery. Yeah, he won't know. I opened the door, and Hector stood there in his handsome glory. He didn't look like a mess, unlike me, but he still looked tired.
"Hey, there, love. How are you feeling?"
I tried to stop the blush from rising, but it was no use. The messages were few in my mind, and with one little sparkle in his eyes, I knew he remembered or saw them. He chuckled and scratched the back of his head, walking into the bathroom and closing the door behind him. He gave me a pill for the headache, and I shyly grabbed it, mumbling a quiet thanks.
"How much do you remember?"
"Nothing, I just saw some things."
"From your phone?"
I nodded my head while looking down, the blush becoming more evident and dark. I couldn't believe this. What's worse is that I sent it to him! Oh gosh, I couldn't show my face to him. I felt like throwing up.
"Love, you're okay. It's something that happened between us. No one else has the photos or video."
"There's a video too?" I groaned.
"Yeah, it's on my phone," he admitted.
"Hector, we basically made a sex tape!" I whispered yelled.
"Not necessarily," he defended. "It was only hand movements and mouth movements."
"Hector!"
"What?" He chuckled and hugged me. "No one knows, and no one will find out. Plus, people have done worse."
"It was my first time doing stuff, and I don't even remember it."
"I can give you a reminder."
I pulled back a bit with a new blush on my face, and I said, "One day of sexual activities, and now you're all up for it?"
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No More Wasting Time
Teen FictionDiego Santiago was not your average teenager. He had a loving mother, a great best friend, a beautiful friend, an ex-boyfriend that gave him a traumatic experience, a soon-to-be stepbrother that helped along in that traumatic experience, a friend t...