On The Ice (boyxboy)

five

CHARLIES POV

I wake up to one of the worst headaches ever. I roll over trying to get more comfortable and I feel soft hair brushing against my forearm. I jump, startled from this feeling. I sit upright and realize I am not in my bed. And also where the fuck are my clothes?

Oh shit. Fuck me. This is bad. This is so bad.

"Good morning, sleepyhead." I look to where that came from and oh shit. It's Ronny. The Ronny that I made out with and had sex with last night. The annoying bitchy Ronny. Wait, did I have sex with her?

I don't even remember what happened. I was too hammered to even think for myself. All I know is that I had sex with her, but did I really make that choice? This is why you don't drink people, stuff like this happens.

"Hey, um, Ronny. What happened last night?" I asked, needing a clear answer.

"Oh, well, we were making out last night. And we were having a lot of fun. I wanted to go farther and so I took it upon myself-"

I cut her off, "You took it upon yourself? What do you mean by that?"

"Oh well I figured you obviously wanted it, I mean look at me." She said gesturing to herself. "So I took it upon myself and we had sex."

Realization of what happened set in, "Ronny you realize I didn't even know what was happening. You had sex with me while knowing I couldn't say no." I started to shake my head and got up from the bed and then I remember my clothes, or lack thereof. I grabbed the sheets of whoever's they were and looked around for my clothes.

Ronny started to say something but I cut her off again, "Don't say anything to me. I need to think about what happened and I can't believe you did what you did. I don't even wanna see your face right now." I realize that may have been quite harsh but I didn't care. I needed to clear my head.

I finally found my clothes and hurriedly put them on. Leaving Ronny gaping at me in whoever's room that was.

It dawns on me I'm still in Brodie's house and I'm silently relieved at that. I remember I took my truck and I see it's familiarly white outside by the curb.

Thankfully my keys are still in my back pocket and I have my phone so I start the truck and wait for it to heat up.

I pull away from the curb and head out towards my house.

My brain is flooded. Like who the fuck does she think she is. I am not okay. That was not okay. Oh my God, what just happened. Fuck this. And I also have hockey practice at 1. It's 10:03. This is fucked. I'm not handling this very well.

I get home and slam my car door and enter the house. Mack is sitting at the island when I enter, witnessing my tantrum.

"Where did you go last night?" She asks. Looking at me with her big brown eyes. Her hair in a messy bun of browns and blondes. She must've just woken up, seeing as she's eating cereal.

"Stayed at a friends. Don't worry about it." I said a bit snappy. I didn't mean to, it just happened.

"No need to snap. I didn't do anything to you, brother. I was just wondering where you were."

"I'm sorry, Mack. I'm just stressed and didn't get much sleep." I added.

"Well whose house did you stay at? Was it hottie Ollie??" She said with a smile, her big white teeth showing.

"Gross and no."

"Well then who?"

"Brodie's."

"Ohhh he's hot too. You know all you guys are hot, well except for you, no offense. It's just something about hockey players." She hummed.