anadil's mother +oneshots and short stories

for better or for worse (chapter 7)

(anadil's pov)

When I open my eyes, I squeeze them shut again immediately after from the pounding in my head. It feels like there's a bowling ball rolling around inside my skull. I open them again gingerly, and I find myself extremely disorientated. I'm facing Hester, her arm wrapped around my waist, my face against her chest, our legs tangled together. I carefully take Hester's hand off my waist, trying not to wake her. I sit up, looking around, trying to remember where the fuck I am.

And then it dawns on me all at once. The party, the drinking, the dancing, the spin the bottle.. The ending is a little foggy....

Oh lord. Oh my god. I kissed Hester. And she kissed me back. I groan, putting my head in my hands and cocooning myself in blanket. Please tell me that was a dream. What on Earth was I thinking. No, I wasn't thinking.

Let me think about this rationally- people do crazy things when they're drunk! I try to think of someone I know who might've done something equally as horrific as what I've done but I hear Hester groan next to me.

"Ani?" she mutters. She pats the empty space on the bed where I previously was before looking up at me. I don't look back at her, swallowing thickly.

"Hi," I say faintly.

"Morning princess," She sits up and looks around, and I wonder if she's as disorientated as I was when I woke up. Although I briefly remember that last night she was also really wasted. I silently hope and pray that Hester is the type of drunk who forgets everything the morning after.

But then I hear her stiffen, and the sheets go completely still; and I know she just remembered what happened. The kiss. I feel my chest tighten, my throat close up- and then a hand on my shoulder, turning me slightly. I inhale sharply.

"Ani? You ok?"

"Yes. I'm okay. Considering. Considering the hangover obviously! There's nothing else to consider. Just headaches. From drinking. Hence the hangover." I hear myself blabbering on and on and purse my lips together to shut myself up. I swear to god I never talk this much. She smirks at me, amused. Her hair that was tied up towards the end of the night last night is now open and slightly messy, and more than a few buttons on her black shirt have opened.

"Okay princess. I was just wondering because I can barely see your face from how much blanket you've wrapped yourself in." I pull some of the comforter off and I look down at the black tight dress I'm wearing, one of the straps falling off my shoulder and the dress hiking up my legs. I immediately pull the thick white blanket back on. I groan, falling back onto the bed and completely drowning myself in a sea of white sheets and blankets.

"I hate Sophie. I hate this dress."

"I know princess," I can practically hear the smirk on her face. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom," She gets up, leaving me alone with my thoughts once again. I sit up.

So I know she remembers... but she hasn't said anything. I'm not gonna say anything either. I wonder why she hasn't said anything to mock me or make fun of me- but then again she did kiss me back. Not that I care. Not that the kiss means anything to me right now. I don't have any feelings whatsoever for Hester Ravenswood. The kiss means nothing to her too- because she hasn't brought it up! And I haven't brought it up because it means nothing to me as well! And also that conversation is one I want to avoid altogether. I can feel the awkwardness in my bones. She's the first actual friend I've made here- she's probably my best friend right now. So I won't say anything.

God, why am I yapping even inside my own head. Something's wrong with me for sure.

Hester comes out of the bathroom. I get off the bed and stand up, and then I sit back down because of how wobbly my knees are. Hester walks over and gives me a hand- I try to squash down any strange feelings in my chest and take it, standing up.