Forever Yours

Chapter 7: Elizabel

     I woke up to a blasting headache and complete confusion. I looked around my room. How did I get here? I glance down and noticed I was wearing some guys shirt. How the hell- oh fucking shit. I couldn't help it. I screamed.

     Nat and Mak ran in, glancing around looking for the intruder. "Please tell me that I'm completely delusional on what happened last night," I begged.

     Nat and Mak share a glance before turning back to me. "What do you think happened last night?" Nat asked.

     "Please tell me I didn't say the things I'm beginning to remember saying to him." I looked down at the shirt I was wearing. "And please tell me this is not his shirt."

     "Okay, you didn't say those things and that's not his shirt," Nat obliged. She really was too sweet for her own good.

     "I really said those things and this is his shirt and I walked out of the bedroom naked right in front of him, didn't I?" My face was full of the mortification that I knew would be even worse when I had to face Mason again.

     "Butt freaking naked," Mak confirmed.

     "Shit."

     "I would say you're in deep," Mak agreed.  

     I feel back against my pillow just as my phone dinged with a message. I grabbed it off my night stand. It was from an unknown number: It's Mason. Be at the gym at 8. Dress comfortably.

     I glanced at the clock. It was seven thirty. I started to text back and tell him no, but I remembered the meeting with Conway. I couldn't get out of this unless I wanted to be expelled. And while I planned on leaving this school, I knew I couldn't do that to my mom until the end of this semester.

     I groaned. Facing him was the last thing I wanted to do, but I really didn't have another option. I was running on very few hours of sleep and my mortification level is still pretty high.

     Deciding to not focus on how embarrassing this whole thing is, I turned all my thoughts into getting ready. I took off the t-shirt, which still smelled like him and put on my comfy clothes attire: blue, grey, black and white printed leggings, a grey off the shoulder Nike sweatshirt that read "you got this", a black sports bra, and black, grey and white Nike tennis shoes. After brushing through my hair, I braided it back into a bun. I washed my face and left the dorm.

     Now that I was just walking to the gym, my thoughts went back to last night. I remember throwing up in front of Mason, not my worst moment of the night, and him acting like a sweetheart taking care of me. I remember almost getting expelled but Mason came in again and took care of me. I remember going back to the room and telling Mason that his shirt was my pajamas, not my finest moment. I remember literally running out of my room butt freaking naked and trying to feel Mason up while he tried to keep my hands in appropriate places, my worst moment. And that's not even counting all the crap I confessed about liking him. Mak was right. I'm in deep shit.

     I walked into the gym, acting like I had confidence when all I wanted to do was crawl under a rock. Naturally my fake confidence shattered when I saw Mason. He hadn't heard me come in, or he had and was just pretending he hadn't heard me. He was straddling a workout bench. His elbows were rested on his knees, and his head was rested in his hands.

     I was debating whether or not to try to sneak out, when I realized more than likely he already knew I was in here. I was no match for his security man senses. As if reading my thoughts, he spoke up, without moving. "Sit down."

     I moved to sit down on a bench on the complete opposite end of the room. "In front of me," he clarified.

     How did he know I wasn't planning on sitting next to him? Well if someone ran around in front of you drunk and naked, they probably wouldn't sit next to you by choice either. Oh yeah my inner dialogue was getting way out of hand.