I woke up to the reassuring sound of Ashley's mom screaming at Ash for being wasted last night.
I don't remember much, the last thing that I can remember is dancing, but everything else is a haze. Ash comes storming into the room. If she gets any mader she will have steam coming out of her ears.
"WHAT THE HELL KAYLA!" She yells while standing with her hands on her hips. "WHY ARE YOU SUCH AND IDIOT! DAMNIT! I FREAKING FOUND YOU IN THE BEDROOM WITH JACKSON!"
"What!? Did...Did I have sex with him!?"
'I don't know! You were both naked! He wasn't even drunk!"
I feel like shooting myself right now. How can I be so stupid. I slam my head back down into the pillow, covering my eyes with my hands and start to swear like a sailor. I can't believe he used me like that!
It's not like this was my first time, but still I never thought I would be a slutty drunk. Shit, I was supposed to be the designated driver. I know that before I even had a drink, Kayla was drunk.
"Did you drive home?" I ask pathetically. Way to be safe Kayla.
For the first time this morning she smiles slightly and sits on the edge of the bed. "No.."
"Who did?" I ask confused that she wasn't the one driving. Thankful though because we probably would have been in a wreck.
"Don't get mad at me. Mitch took us home.." Her cheeks are flushing as she looks down at the pillow in her lap.
She has always had a crush on Mitch, the guy who threw the party in the first place.
"Oh...why would I get mad?? Is my car still over there?"
"I don't know. You never really approved in him. Yeah it's still there. He said he was going to put it in his driveway."
I'm not a big fan of him. He is like Ryland in a way, except Ryland is worse. Atleast that's what everyone thinks. They both are jocks and think life is a party. Ryland is worse then Mitch in the sense of being a badass. Street fighting and pot are the things I hear that he does, plus I can see his scars and smell his weed in the halls.
I don't approve of him, but I know Ashley and she has a good head of hers. She wouldn't let a boy screw around with her.
"Your decision not mine..." I tried getting up from the bed but failed miserably. My head is pounding. Ashley notices and grabs a water bottle and some advil. I gulp down the pills. "Thanks, I'm gonna get my car. Talk to you later."
I give her a small hug, and walk outside. There's a nice breeze going on, but the sky screams that it is going to pour any minute. 'Great, just great.'
I'm still in my clothes from last night. I didn't even bother looking in the mirror. I pull my hair up into a high ponytail. I look like I just had a one nightstand and is now leaving the babachelors apartment.
True yet not true.
I did get banged, but I woke up in my best friend's home.
The rain is already starting, and i'm not even anywhere close to being at my car. I only made it two blocks away from Ashley.
I can honestly feel the blood pumping through my head and my stomach is lurching. Yet, the rain keeps on falling. It has only been ten minutes since it started and my clothes are soaking wet and i'm having trouble seeing what's infront of me. The ice cold water drops feel like torpedoes on my arms.
"Kayla??" Someone shouts to the right of me.
I look in that direction, but find no one. Damn, i'm hallucinating now. Maybe I have a fever. Oh my God, what if I die right here and last night was my last night on earth and I banged Jackson! Shit!
