Bad for Me

The Walk of Shame?

*pic above of Jake T. Austin aka Castro

"Mmmmmm," I let out a sigh of content. I was still half asleep and cuddled myself into the best pillow that I have ever slept next to. It was warm in the way that made you want it as close to you as possible and soft yet firm. Maybe it was a Temperpedic pillow? It was also kinda big for a pillow but I wasn't complaining.

"You are much more tolerable when you aren't talking," I heard a voice say followed by the feeling of smooth fingers slowly brushing against my face.

My eyes started to flutter open and the first thing I see is the face of the hottest jackass I know. His hair was so adorably imperfect it was annoying how he couldn't look ugly for just one minute. Five seconds after blatantly staring at him, I take in our position and everything suddenly registers back into my memory.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuckity fuck fuck. I try to push him away because I know us being in the same bed is not a good idea but Kyle just pulls me even closer to him.

"Don't move. I haven't slept that good in awhile even though you would occasionally kick me in your sleep it was somehow refreshing," Kyle said with a yawn as he closed his eyes in an attempt to go back to sleep.

I'm not going to lie, I felt so comfortable in his arms it scared me. I know we aren't complete strangers but I don't really know anything about him so the fact that I feel comfortable around him is not normal. If Evelyn ever found out what hap--- oh god Evelyn.

"Kyle get up. Is Evelyn still here? I hope she's not worried," I said as I bolted out of the bed in a hurry and ran out the door without another thought.

"Evelyn are you here?" I shouted while walking down the hallway.

I can hear Kyle calling after me but I need to find Evelyn before I can fully deal with him.

Maybe she's downstairs. As I head towards the stairs, I hear a collection of wolf whistles come from behind me. I turn around to find 3, of what I'm assuming are frat guys, staring me up and down. I look down at myself and realize I'm just wearing my lacy red underwear and bra. You've got to be fucking with me.

"I think you're lost. My room is the other way," one of the frat guys said. He had sandy blonde hair and blue eyes that I'm sure pulled all the girls in. I just rolled my eyes in annoyance.

"Leia I was going to tell you but you wouldn't stop after I called your name so many times," Kyle said as he made his way in front of me blocking my view of the other guys.

"You jackass why is my dress not on my body?" I said and put my hands on my hips waiting for an answer. I know we didn't do anything last night because for some reason when I get drunk I remember everything.

"Hey I have no idea. You fell asleep with it on. It must have slipped off because of how much you move in bed," Kyle said in his defense.

"Oh so it's my fault I'm half naked right now?" I said in a mocking voice. Kyle just shrugged in indifference.

"Or maybe your body wanted me so bad you started undressing yourself in your sleep?" Kyle said as if he found the answer to all of life's questions.

"Hey Kane, your little bro scored himself a little feisty one," one of the guys behind Kyle shouted.

"Did he really?" someone coming up from the stairs said. "Usually the girls he bangs seem pretty dull."

Aw crap I'm still half naked and another guy is coming up. Of course Kyle isn't wearing a shirt I can steal for myself. Just my luck.