Head over Heels

Chapter 17: The Aftermath

I stumbled out of the bathroom, feeling embarrassed and guilty. Michaela was sitting at the table, sipping on a cup of coffee.

"Good morning, Olive," she said, looking up at me. "How are you feeling?"

"I feel terrible," I groaned, sinking down into a chair. "What happened last night? I don't remember anything after we left the club."

Michaela's face fell slightly. "Well, you kissed Randall."

My stomach churned at the thought. "I'm so sorry," I muttered, feeling ashamed. "I don't know what came over me."

Mik nodded, looking a bit uncomfortable. "Yeah, you were pretty out of it," she said softly. "We were all pretty drunk, to be honest."

I groaned and buried my face in my hands. "I can't believe I kissed Randall," I said, feeling a wave of shame wash over me.

Mik put a hand on my shoulder. "It's okay, Olive. We've all done stupid things when we're drunk. The important thing is that you learn from it and move on."

I nodded, grateful for her understanding. "But what about us?" I asked hesitantly. "Did I do something else... with you?"

Mik hesitated, and for a moment, I thought she wasn't going to answer. "Yeah, you... kissed me, too," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper.

I felt my cheeks turn bright red. "Oh my god," I muttered, feeling mortified. "I'm so sorry, Mik. I didn't mean to..."

Mik shook her head. "It's okay, Olive. Really. We were both really drunk, and it was just a mistake. It doesn't have to mean anything if you don't want it to."

I felt a sense of relief wash over me. I didn't know what I wanted from Mik, but I knew I didn't want to ruin our friendship over a drunken mistake. "Thanks, Mik," I said softly, giving her a small smile. "You're a good friend."

Mik grinned. "You're not so bad yourself," she teased, and we both laughed, the tension between us easing.