I'm Insane *Jacy Vincent and Ryan Seaman mpreg*

The Next Morning

Jacky's P.O.V. (this is will the P.O.V. from now on unless I say otherwise)

        I woke up in a smelly hotel room with arms around my body. What the fuck? I thought. I looked over at Ryan and suddenly last night came crashing down on me. All the memories rushing through my head didn't help my head ache.
        I didn't what to do. Do I leave? Do I stay and explained the predicament? Will he be mad? Will he like me back? What will happen with us? Will everything be really awkward? Will he even remember last night?
        Ryan stirred beside me and his eyes slowly opened. Once he spotted me, his eyes snapped open. He started mumbling incoherent things and taking in the surroundings. "Oh my god." He whispered. He got out of the bed and pulled his boxers on. "Jacky! What the fuck happened last night?" He yelled at me.
        "I remember getting drunk last night." I told him, getting my clothes on myself.
        "Oh my god, oh my god. I think we fucking slept together!" He screeched. I felt tears fill up in my eyes. I knew he would freak out, but he looked so disgusted at the thought of touching me.
        "Sorry." I choked out and pulled on the rest of my clothes. I walked out of the hotel room without him. I heard him calling my name and hesitated before turning around. "What?"
        "Um, please don't tell the guys about last night." He pleaded.
        "Of course not. Why would I want anyone to know that I slept with you?" I said, kinda harsh. He looked kinda hurt. Good, now he knew how I felt. I started walking again and got back to the bus, hearing some people yell out our names.
        I entered the bus and we were immediately bombarded by the guys. Ronnie looked a little relieved that we weren't dead or something, but still plenty angry. "Where were you guys?!" He shouted.
        "Sorry. It was late and we knew you guys were probably asleep. So we just stayed at a hotel. Didn't you get my text?" I told them, lying way to truthfully.
        "No, we didn't." Derek cut in.
        "Oh, sorry." I replied and walked past them to my bunk. Dammit Ryan, my ass hurts! I hissed as my bum hit the bunk. I rolled on my side and sighed. Soon, the tears were coming down my face nonstop. I tried to make the least bit of noise so I didn't worry the boys. I guess I wasn't quiet enough.
        "Hey, Jacky? Something wrong, buddy?" I heard Ron whispered.
        "Um, yeah. I kinda hurt my leg last night and it's bothering me." I lied. I think he saw through my lie, but he didn't call me out on it.
        "Want some pain killers?" He asked, and I shook my head no. "Are you sure?"
        "I'll be fine." I told him. I wish.