Hands To Myself • jb

4; Meetings & Greetings

I woke up to the annoying sound of my alarm going off. Groaning slightly, I blinked my eyes open, and noticed it was still dark outside. Confused, I sat up in the bed and looked around the room. This isn't Hailey's room. I furrowed my eyebrows... where the fuck am I?

I patted around the bed for my phone to turn the alarm off and once I saw the time, my heart immediately dropped to the pit of my stomach. It read 4:35. My flight, shit!

I had numerous texts from Kendall and Hailey asking where I had gone. All the events that had taken place last night immediately came rushing back to me at once. The Gala, the after-party, the drinks, the dancing, Justin. Oh my god, Justin. I fucked Justin Bieber.

I lifted the covers up slightly to make sure I wasn't hallucinating and to prove that I infact had sex with him and it wasn't all in my head. Yep... I'm naked.

Looking to my left, I noticed Justin laying on his stomach with his arms under his pillow, his bare back on show and his hair sticking up in all different kinds of direction, with light snores coming from his nose. Aw he looks so cute. God Bri, why'd you have to go and get drunk and whore it up with Justin Bieber? You know what? That's not even why I'm annoyed with myself. I'm annoyed because I don't remember having sex with him. I know it happened but I don't remember all the details. I mean, aren't you supposed to remember the first time you had sex? I feel like such a damn hoe right now.

I pressed the home button on my phone and checked the time again, 4:40. Yeah I need to out of here. My flight literally leaves in not even 2 hours and I'm at least 40 minutes away from the airport. Not to mention that my bags are at Hailey's and I have no clue how far that is from here. Just my fucking luck.

I got out the bed quickly but carefully, trying my best not to make a sound so I wouldn't wake Justin up. How awkward would that be? Pretty sure the conversation would go like, "Oh hey, don't mind me, just getting my clothes back on... didn't mean to wake you... Oh you don't remember my name? That's ok, it's Bri... but yeah, um, I-- I got a flight to catch, so I'm just gonna go... But I bet you were great in bed" and then there'd be awkward hand gestures and it'd just be a mess. So don't want that happening.

I turned my flashlight on and searched for every article of clothing I had had on last night, which wasn't much, and put them back on. Never had I ever pictured myself doing the walk of shame. I'd always had friends who'd done it, but never thought I'd be doing it.

It took me a couple of minutes to find my other high heel shoe though. I'd like to know how one was in the living room area part of the suite, and the other, right next to the bed. Like why were they that far apart from one another? Anyway.

Once I had all my shit back on, I called an uber to come pick me up and take me back to Hailey's. My phone was on 30% so I was just praying it would stay alive until I had gotten to Hailey's. I contemplated on whether or not I should leave Justin a little note with my name and number on it just in case he wanted to call me. I'm not saying I want him to necessary, but if he wanted to... yeah no, just leave Bri, he doesn't care about you. He probably doesn't even remember your name. You were just another quick fuck.

I walked down to the lobby to wait for my uber. There were only like two people in the lobby which I was thankful for. Didn't need random ass strangers judging me.

So many thoughts were playing through my head as I waited for the car to arrive. Was he good? Could he tell I was a virgin? Was I good? Did we use a condom? Did it hurt? Was he bi-Oh shit, did we use a condom?!

I took a mental note of the last one to get the morning after pill later on today when I get back in LA. Don't need a baby coming out of this vagina any time soon honey.