Are You Afraid of Musicals?

Chapter 4.2: Loose her

Dani's pov:

I slowly open my eyes, letting the brightness of the room sink in as my brain slowly wakes up. I'm definitely not a morning person.

My head hurts a little and I'm tired, but I'm feeling quite better than I thought. I was expecting to wake up on a horrible hangover as usual, but throwing up and sobering up yesterday really helped me.

I'm still a bit groggy but judging by the brightness that's filtering through the window I think that I'm already late to get to high school, so I really have to get up.

That thought wakes me groan, but I move to get up non the less, my body freezing for a mament when my hand touches something as I do so.

I quickly turn my head to see what it is, literally jumping out of bed when I realize that is not a what, but a who.

Completely frozen in place I see Gabby laying on my bed, peacefully sleeping and completely unaware of what just happened.

All the memories from last night rush into my head, realization hits me like a truck.

I remember everything, our kiss, how I got her on the bed and everything that I did after. How her voice and her simply screaming my name drove me crazy and made me want to hear her doing it again and again.

I've never felt like that durning it, I'd just let the guy help me with what I needed and then leave, but I've never felt anything other than pain and shame.

A wave of worry washes through my body, regret filling it completely. Did I make Gabby feel like that? I've never been with a girl and I didn't really know what to do, so I just did what the guys usually do to me. That's the normal thing to do right?

I mean, the pain part usually comes when... well, when they stick it inside, so I couldn't possibly hurt Gabby right?

I physically shake my head to brush off that thought, going straight to the bathroom and washing my face with cold water to clear my mind.

She seemed to like it, she didn't tell me to stop when I removed my hand from her mouth, she didn't try to stop me either... she could've stopped me if she wanted to but she didn't, she wanted this to happen as much as I did.

At that last thought I raise my head to meet my reflection on the mirror. What the fuck did I just say?

I did it because I thought that after I'll be done with her, because I wanted to stop being confused and I think that I accomplished that, just not in the way I thought.

After washing my face I leave the bathroom and I stop in front of the bed, watching Gabby's chest rhythmically going up and down as she sleeps.

She didn't even move when I jumped out of the bed, between the match, the hours on the hospital, the walk to my house and well... what happened next, she must be exhausted.

I need to talk to her and I will, just not now. She's always trying to perfect all the time, never missing a single class even when she's sick, but right now she needs to rest.

She literally sprained her ankle yesterday and the whole high school was there to confirm it. I'm sure that the teachers will understand if she does not show up today for class, I'll just talk to them and everything will be alright.

My phone buzzing on the floor makes me get out of my own head, making me realize that I've been watching Gabby this whole time, the smile on my face saying more than any words could express.

I decide that I'll figure that out later as I grab my phone, flipping it up, my messages showing on the screen when my hand misses to cover the Face ID and my heart races, fear taking control of my body when I read one of them.