STARGIRL, alexia putellas

12. if the feeling's mutual?

My eyes blinked open, and I was immediately assaulted by a mild headache that threatened to turn into a full-blown migraine. The familiar throbbing in my temples signalled the inevitable conclusion to a night of reckless indulgence. Groaning, I rubbed my temples, then paused mid-rub, my hand freezing in mid-air.

What...?

As I became more aware of my surroundings, I realised that something was seriously amiss. The bed I was lying in felt far too soft and comfortable, and the sheets covering me were silk, unlike my own linen bedding I knew so well. I frowned, my still-drowsy brain slowly piecing together the puzzle. This wasn't my room. These weren't my sheets. And the arms that wrapped around me that I had just registered? Definitely not mine. They were muscular, that's for sure... they were... oh no. I dared to steal a glance, my heart leaping to my throat. It was Alexia. Alexia Putellas, sleeping soundly beside me, her serene expression a stark contrast to my wide eyes of shock. Fuck.

Peeking underneath the sheets I was even more shocked to find myself completely and utterly naked except for my gold jewellery that glinted back at me in the morning light. Double Fuck. What have you done, Isabela?

A rush of memories from the previous night flooded back, disjointed fragments of conversations, laughter, and perhaps too much tequila. And then it finally hit me, me and Alexia Putellas had sex. Multiple times. In the same night. The realisation was shocking, like being slapped with a bucket of cold water, and it sent my heart racing.Panicking, I cautiously extracted myself from the bed, making sure not to wake Alexia. I scanned the room for any trace of my clothes. Finding them scattered haphazardly on the floor, I grabbed them and hastily dressed, my movements jerky and nervous.

Slipping on my heels as quietly as I could, I contemplated my escape. I had to get out of here, out of this awkward situation, before Alexia woke up and everything became even more complicated.

With bated breath, I tiptoed to the door, my heart pounding with every step. My exit was almost within reach when a sleepy voice called out from behind me. "Isabela?"

I froze, my hand on the doorknob, unable to face the inevitable conversation. Do I fake my identity? Do I bolt? Do I profusely apologise? Start crying? "Uh, yeah?"

Her voice was groggy but tinged with curiosity. "Where are you going?"

I hesitated for a moment before turning to look at her, my mind racing to find a plausible excuse. "I, uh, just need to... grab some coffee."

Alexia, half-asleep and with a frown creasing her forehead, mumbled a complaint about the early hour. "It's six in the morning, Isabela... Get back here."

My heart sank. There was no way to gracefully extricate myself from this situation. "Sure," my voice barely above a whisper. Silently, I closed the door and returned to the bed, mentally cursing the combination of tequila shots and... whatever else had led us here. As I slipped under the covers beside Alexia, her arms wrapped around me, pulling me in close, earning a look of 'what the fuck is happening' expression on my face - which she didn't see, of course. However, after my initial shock of the whole situation, I let my drowsiness take over my conscience. I was pretty tired, and after all, 6am was too early to be debriefing any kind of one night stand... or whatever this was.

As I slowly stirred awake four hours later, the sunshine streaming into the room was both blinding and comforting. For a moment, I lay there in a state of disoriented confusion.

My second awakening was significantly more serene. The sun streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over the room, which was no longer a scene of hasty escape. For a moment, I lay there in a state of disoriented confusion.