The Baby Problem

The Baby Problem [2.]

 I was so comfortable, listening to my bed breathe was so… soothing.

Wait. Beds don’t breathe.

My head shot up and my eyes flew open simultaneously. I regretted my actions for two reasons:

One, the light was killing my eyes,

And 2nd, I was sleeping in my bed with Chance Hastings, possibly the only person that I strongly disliked in my life. Granted, he was extremely sexy, he was still on my ‘shit-list’. I prodded him with my index finger in the cheek.

“Chancler. Chancler you oaf. Wake up.” I muttered.

“Whadafuhh.” He mumbled, bringing up a tan hand to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

“You’re in my bed, I’d appreciate if you’d kindly get the hell out.” I sneered. I didn’t want to know what happened during the night, I just wanted him to leave. I didn’t want to be anywhere near him, especially when my head was pounding with a hangover.

“No thank you?” He muttered, using his beefy arms to push himself up into a sitting position.

“Why would I thank you. You slept in my bed, and we did god only knows what.” I said, quite alarmed as I actually thought about it.

Had I actually slept with this asshole?

“Well, I happened to stop you and Kass from becoming strippers, and ruining the rest of your senior year because of one party.” He stated, matter-of-factually, a smug look plastered on his face when he saw my mouth form an ‘o’.

“Well, um, thank you?” I felt embarrassed, hopefully only a few people saw that part of the party. “Do you remember what… happened last night?” I asked, a hint of shamefulness lacing in my voice.

“Do you really want to know? We were both shit-faced, one thing lead to another, we were safe though, so don’t worry.” He said like it was nothing. Sleeping with your enemy was hardly nothing to me, though.

“I think it’s time for you to leave, nothing happened, you left last night, we didn’t do anything.” I stammered, doing my best to cover my bra and panties attire with the bundle of sheets.

“If I would have woken up, I would be long gone by now.” He said, getting up out of my bed, revealing boxers with a bunch of Stewie from Family Guy faces on them.

“Nice boxers, prick.” I couldn’t help feeling a little hurt, but the back of my mind told me the truth. This kid was a player, this is what he did just because he could. I was more ashamed that he could now check me off his ‘to-do’ list. I had told myself I wouldn’t do anything like that with him, look how well that worked out for me.

“They work better than the little number you have on.” He teased, while he dressed himself in a timely fashion. Too bad he was a player and a jerk, what a wasted of a nice body.

“Whatever.” That was the end of the conversation, as he finished dressing himself, and just walked out. No goodbye, or sorry that we did that, just the cold shoulder as he walked out. That’s when I decided to go back to sleep, hopefully leaving the hangover behind.

**

“Tonight I’m dressed up in gold, you got me fucked up and sold, you talk like you’re famous, you’re shameless.”

My phone buzzed and played loudly, Shameless by All Time Low, how fitting! I picked it up on the 2nd loop of the song,

“Hello?” I murmured, not really awake still.

“Oh my god, Dawn, you are never going to guess where or who I woke up with!” Kass screamed, making me yank my phone away from my face.

“Kass, calm down. Hangover.” Those words said it all, and she stopped screaming at me for now.