Shaforostop It (2015)

Chapter Five - Just Give Me The Bottle

I woke up feeling numb, but heavy at the same time. When I opened my eyes Denis had just sat up beside me. Denis? What the fuck? I sat up with a jump and looked around, slowly remembering that I was at his house. I had driven the night before. What the fuck? Where are my clothes? "Morning," Denis yawned loudly. His voice was raspy from sleep and alcohol. When I looked back at him his hair was sticking out in every direction and cute as hell. Did we have sex? Oh god. Oh fuck. Oh fucking god.

"I should go." I said flatly. I stood out of his bed and nearly tripped over my clothes on the floor. I redressed quickly, realizing that I was still slightly drunk. I walked down the stairs to the front door as fast as I could without falling.

"Wait, Leda." Denis called after me. CC was curled up on the couch with Ashley in the formal living room, with Ashley's girlfriend on the floor. I grabbed my jacket off the stair railing and Denis grabbed my hand at the front door. "Stay, Leda. For breakfast. You don't have to go."

"Do you remember what happened last night?"

"No...Do you?" I raked my hair back, panicking.

"I'm still drunk of course not."

"Well then you can't drive." I rolled my eyes and shook his grip.

"I hope I crash." I muttered as I pulled the front door open.

"Don't say that!" Denis shouted, waking up Ashley. I turned back to Denis.

"Whatever this is, or whatever you think this is, isn't working. I have a boyfriend. I can't just stay."

"Leda, please." Denis begged, trying to grab my waist. I struggled back.

"Hate to pull a Stoff on you and leave just when you get attached." I snapped. I got in my car and drove home ready to scream the entire time. I screamed on the inside. And out loud when I was in my drive way.

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I slept off the seemingly impossible amount of alcohol I had consumed. By the time I woke up it was night again. "What the fuck happened to you?" Kyle snorted as I walked into the kitchen in search of a glass of water.

"Nothing. I- we got really drunk." I sighed as I opened the fridge and pulled out the full glass pitcher. I stood on my toes to reach a glass come the cupboard, and filled it to the brim with the icey water.

"Right. You and Denis." I froze. "You really should plan better if you're going to lie to me."

"What?" I turned to face him.

"Cameron told me, that you had invited him to the party. I called her last night cause you refused to answer your phone. We had a lovely chat." Kyle smiled smugly.

"Kyle," I said sternly. "What did she tell you?"

"We came to the conclusion that if you lied about going out, you weren't at Eric's house. Then Cameron explained everything. So did you sleep with him?" I scoffed.

"No." I said flatly. I didn't know, and I wasn't sure I wanted to. Either way I felt like I had cheated on Eric. I guess I did. Even if nothing really happened, we still slept together mostly naked. Then it made sense to me that if I was still drunk the next morning, then we probably wouldn't have had the sense to use a condom. Oh god. What if I get pregnant? No. No no no no no. It's not been 24 hours right? I could still get that pill or something?

"Sure. but seriously, if you're gonna try and lie, try harder than that Leda."

"I'm going out." I decided as I chugged my glass of water.