Enemies With Benefits

(5) Confession Time

Confession Time . . .

"You were where?!"

I sighed and flopped onto my bed. "Please don't make me repeat it," I groaned and covered my face with my hands.

"Gabe," Kayla asked in disbelief while crawling closer. "As in Gabe Smith?! As in the jerk –"

"Kayla," I said, stopping her rambling. "I get it."

"I cannot believe this," Shay said and grabbed one of my pillows. "Have you gone mad," she asked hitting me with it.

"Can I tell you what happened first," I asked shielding my head. "Sheesh!"

"You got some explainin' to do," Kayla said and shook her head at me.

I sighed and sat up on my elbows. "Okay, remember when you guys ditched me?" They nodded sheepishly and I rolled my eyes. "Well, you know Noah from the soccer team?"

"Oh, the hot one," Shay asked with excited eyes.

"Yeah, that one. I asked him to dance with me and he did ----"

"Haha, drunken Chloe got to dance with Noah," Kayla joked and nudged Shay in the arm.

"I was not that drunk," I defended.

"Oh, come on, Chloe," Shay said and flopped onto her stomach beside me. "You were wasted."

I hung my head and sighed. I sat up and crossed my legs Indian style. "Anyway, me and Noah were dancing when this guy pulled Noah away from me. The guy was, like, yelling at Noah and stuff like that and I didn't even know what for."

Kayla and Shay looked at each other.

"I saw that," Shay said.

"Yeah, me too," Kayla said and looked back over at me. "Chloe, sorry to be the one to have to tell you this but . . . that was Gabe who pulled Noah away from you."

I shook my head. "There was no way it could be Gabe," I said. "The guy who did that had brown hair. That's why I was calling him little brown haired boy the entire time."

Shay palmed her forehead. "You were calling Gabe Smith little brown haired boy," she asked incredulously. "Just get on with what happened."

I nodded and swallowed the lump in my throat. "Uh, I was drunk, I admit --"

"That's an understatement," Kayla mumbled, snickering under her breath.

"Thanks for the support, best friend," I said and shook my head. "And I started dancing on the brown haired guy but he was being a stick in the mud. He kept telling me I was drunk and that he was going to take me home but I was worried about you guys."

"Oh, yeah," Kayla said. "You know that tall, dark haired guy that hangs with Gabe all the time? Jason, I think. He took us to Shay's house."

"That's what he told me," I mumbled. I groaned and collapsed back on my bed. "God, I don't want it to be Gabe. The guy was holding my hand most of the time and he even opened his car door for me; something Gabe wouldn't do," I pointed out.

"What kind of car did he have," Shay questioned.

"Umm... It was a Mustang, I think. Oh, that's not the point," I said when Kayla and Shay exchanged knowing glances.

"And then he said that he was taking me to his house and I somehow ended up there. He even carried me. Again, something Gabe wouldn't do."

"Carried you where," Kayla asked.

"Out of his car, in his house, up the stairs, to his room . . ."

"Oh, really," Kayla asked with a smirk and looked over at Shay. She sat up on her elbows, her hands supporting her head. "What else did you do," she asked wiggling her eyebrows and nudging Shay once more.

"I'm going to tell you exactly what I remember happened. He put me on his bed, I told him that it was super comfy - which it was. That bed felt like a frickin' cloud," I mumbled. "Anyway, he closed the door, came over and took off my shoes for me and gave me something to wear . . . but I didn't exactly put it on."

"You slept with him," Shay yelled loudly.

"Shut up," I whisper-yelled. "My dad is downstairs," I hissed, glancing over at the door nervously.

"You slept with him," Kayla asked in a softer tone than Shay.

"Let me finish," I said holding my hands up. "It didn't occur to me to put on a shirt because I wanted to sleep. It completely slipped my mind, I swear."

"So that left you in a half bra and those lacy underwear I told you to wear?! Chloe," Shay said my name in a disapproving voice.

"Well . . . yeah, but I went to sleep right after that," I said and sat up so I could look at them. "I promise I don't even remember doing anything with him. You guys believe me, right?"

"Of course," Shay said.

"Duh, we believe you," Kayla said. "But that's not all, is it?" It sounded more like a statement than a question.

"When I woke up . . . I was completely naked and Gabe was there --"

"Naked too," Shay asked with excitement.

"Did he have a pack," Kayla asked quickly.

"Ew no, and I wouldn't know," I answered with disgust. "He, uh," I said, my voice getting shaky. "He h-had . . .m-my underwear and he said that he likes to keep them after he sc-scores."

Shay jumped up. Angry was the least of a word I could use to describe the expression she had. She looked around for a second and once she found what she was looking for, which was a pair of my Nike's, she started to put them on.

"What are you doing," Kayla asked, scrambling over to where Shay was.

"About to go kick some jerk's ass, what about you," she answered sarcastically.

"No, no, no," I said and grabbed my shoe from her.

She grabbed a hold of it, trying to pull it back from me. "Just let me kick him a few times!"

"Shay, stop it," I said struggling to pull it out of her grasp.

"Ugh," she groaned and let go, causing me to almost fall on my ass. "You sure," she asked.

"Yeah, I'm sure," I said and got up from my bed. I locked the door. "You're not going anywhere," I told her and sat back down next to her on the bed.

"Can I at least go key his car?"

"No," Kayla and I both said.

She hung her head. "Sorry I asked," she mumbled.

"Chloe, though," Kayla said from the other side of Shay. "You're really scaring me. What happened exactly?"

"I have no idea. I don't even remember it happening but there was proof that it kinda did," I said and sighed.

"What kind of signs," Shay asked confused.

"Well, he had my underwear, my bra was way across the room, and I had crazy sex hair when I looked in the mirror," I said and dropped my head.

"Crud," Kayla mumbled. "There's no denying it now."

"Yeah, there is still denying it," Shay pointed out and looked at me. "If you can't even remember it, how can you know if it's true or not? I mean, he could have staged that."

"You're right," I said and nodded. "I didn't even think about that."

"See," Shay said and nudged Kayla. "Told you I was smart enough for your classes."

"Riiighht," Kayla said and rolled her eyes.

"What are you going to do about him though," Shay asked. "I mean, he is your partner for that project thingy."

"Must you remind me," I mumbled. "Monday I'm going to Mrs. Johnson and begging her to partner me with you."

"I know," Shay said. "Maddie is kinda weird anyways."

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