Changes

Chapter 3

I woke up to pale sunshine shining on my face, coming through the window. I had an awful taste in my mouth and my head was spinning. And I felt weird. Really weird. The sheets felt closer than normal. I jumped when I heard a groan next to me, and I looked over in horror to find Dylan laying right next to me. I quickly ripped the sheets off of us and let out a small shriek when I realized we both had no clothes on. He didn't seem to notice, he just rolled over and pulled the sheets over his head. I stumbled out of bed and noticed a small streak of blood staining the mattress. This couldn't be happening, not here, not now.

I started hyperventilating. Last night couldn't have happened. There is no way I just woke up next to my boyfriend naked. I must have imagined the stain on the mattress. This has to be a joke. I lifted up the sheets again and peeked under them. Sure enough, the stain was still there. I started hyperventilating again, and pacing the floors. I didn't know what to do. And I still had no clothes on.

I ran to the bathroom (thank God it was connected to the room), lifted up the toilet seat, and vomited. I vomited more than I thought a person could, flushed the toilet, and lied down on the bathroom floor. It was cold and felt good on my burning back. Even though I didn't want to, I knew I had to think about last night and try to remember exactly what happened. I closed my eyes and images started flashing in and out of my mind.

I remembered the bon fire. How we were drinking. I remember him kissing me and me kissing him back. Downing more drinks. Stumbling and laughing and making out all the way back to the beach house. Him downing more drinks. More kissing. Me pulling him into the bedroom and laying on the bed. Him asking if I were sure and me nodding eagerly. Him on top of me while I pulled at his shirt. Pulling off both of our remaining clothes. Him entering me. The strange mix of pain and pleasure it brought. Him entering and re- entering me. The sound of him moaning. The sound of me moaning. How long we went. When he and I both came. I remembered it all, and the worst part is I found myself wanting to do it all again. I jerked up and vomited again. I shook my head. What the hell was wrong with me?! I just lost my virginity to my boyfriend, I'm only sixteen, and I want to do it again! I must be insane.

I picked myself off the bathroom floor, tears gathering in my eyes. I didn't know what I was going to do. What could I do? I walked into the bedroom. Dylan was still sleeping on the bed. I quietly grabbed my bag off the floor and went back to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and was shocked to see how awful I looked. Makeup smeared down my face, my teeth needed to be brushed bad, and my hair was a mess. That's when the tears escaped. They started slow, rolling down my face one at a time, but I looked in the mirror again and they started flooding from my eyes. I threw my bag down and started the shower. In the shower I decided what to do. I was going to get myself presentable, get something for this hangover, and go about my day.

After I showered, I brushed my teeth (to my relief), combed my hair, did my make up, and of course, put on clothes. My underwear felt a little weird, probably because it just feels weird down there right now, or maybe I'm just imagining things. I walked out of the bathroom but Dylan wasn't on the bed anymore. My heart started racing, and I don't even know why. I made my way down the stairs to the kitchen. To my surprise, most of the people were gone and the house was almost all cleaned already. What time was it? When I entered the kitchen, I stopped abruptly when I saw Dylan, Alex, and Emily standing altogether.

"Oh. Hey guys," I said quietly. Emily raised her eyebrow at me, so I avoided her gaze completely. "Hey Emily. You alright?" Alex asked. "Oh yeah, just have quite a hangover," I tried to chuckle, going over to stand by Dylan. "Oh yeah, you got kinda wild last night," Alex laughed, as Emily hit him. "What he means is you drank a lot," Emily corrected him, as I looked away embarrassed. "Of course that's what I meant, what else would I mean?" he asked, genuinely confused. "Nothing," Emily said, "Why don't we go out for breakfast?" "That sounds great right now. IHOP sound good?" Dylan asked. We all nodded and got two sets of keys. I decided to ride with Dylan so we could talk. I'm not sure what I want to say, but something needs to be said.