Destination: Beautiful (It's back!)

Chapter 3

I woke up with a pounding headache and an itchy back. I opened my eyes slowly and looked around. 

I was wrapped up in a throw blanket that I was sure I've seen before, but I just couldn't put my finger on it. I realized I was on the floor, and the carpet was incredibly itchy. I sat up quickly, but decided that wasn't my best decision seeing I didn't have any clothes on.

I rolled over and heard a 'smack' and then an 'oof' and lookked over to see Greg, also not wearing clothes.

I put the pieces together in my head and let out a small scream.

"What the..shhhh." He mumbled rolling over and laying an arm across my stomach.

"Don't touch me." I said through gritted teeth.

"But what about-"

"Nothing. There's nothing. Last night was a mistake. You knew that and you still did it Greg!"

"I thought we might still have a chance." He said, putting on his clothes.

"You thought wrong." I said and stamped out the door, with my clothes, and hopefully my dignity.

I walked home, not bothering to take a cab, I needed time to think.

How could I let myself do something like that. I was never 'that girl." The girl who plays with men hearts, having sex with no intention of taking it further. That wasn't me at all. 

I strolled back to my apartment, too tired to to anything else. I plopped down on my bed and sighed. I wanted to tell someone about what I will now refer to as 'The Incident' 

I couldn't call Holly, she would tell me it was some kind of sign that I was still into Greg. 

Amy would definitely tell me that what I did was wrong, and that's the last thing I wanted to hear right now.

My sister would tell me to apologize and then I would feel better. My sister teaches kindergarten in Maine, her advice strictly applies to people ages 6 and under.

I ticked off all my friends and played out what they would say. None of my scenarios gave me what I was looking for.

I decided my best bet was to call Holly. I scrolled through my phone to find her contact.

Harper....Harriet....Harry....Heidi....Hollis....Holly

I clicked back on space, Hollis. You know It wouldn't be a horrible idea to call him. He would be totally unbiased if I told him about last night, and if I didn't tell him, he was funny enough to take my mind off things. I could also get my good deed of the day done, boost his ego, its a win win.

I hit the call button and waited. He picked up on the third ring.

"Hello?"

"Um, Hey." I forgot to incorporate the awkward part where I have to tell him who it is. I forgot he didn't have my number.

"This is..."

"Well, my name is Elle, I don't know if-"

"Elle, babe, how's it goin'?" I rolled my eyes to the phone, which was always something I hated doing. It seemed stupid knowing the person on the other end can't see you.

"Not great actually..." 

"Why?"

"I slept with my ex last night." I blurted. I had no idea why I would tell that to a complete stranger, but I felt strangely trusting of Hollis.

"Did you want to?" He asked with what sounded like genuine concern.

"No."

"Eh, that's a hard one," he paused. "It'll blow over, just don't think about it."