One Simple Mistake

What Happened Last Night?

I never meant for it to happen. However, I was drunk off my ass, he was drunk too.

I woke up in a strange, dark room. My heart was pounding like a madman, mainly because I didn't know exactly where I was, and I felt this terrible throbbing in my head.

"What are you doing here?!" I screeched as my archenemy ambled into the room.

"Well, darlin', this is my bed that you're laying in." He smirked.

"Well, sweetie, what am I doing here?!" I snarled in response.

He winked before replying, "We had sex last night." My eyes shot open and I lifted the bed covers, just slightly. The naked body, that I obviously recognized as my own, scared the living daylights out of me.

"You have to be lying, Dylan!"

"The body under those covers doesn't lie," He crossed his arms before testing the waters by saying, "Tell me I'm wrong,"

"Oh my lanta, no. I have to get home. Where are my clothes?" I asked, slowly breathing, trying to calm myself.

"You need to take a chill pill. Why are you being a psycho?"

"Because it was my fucking first time! Dammit... Where are my clothes, Smith?" I snapped.

"Well... About your clothing... I wasn't exactly slow about getting you undressed..." He replied, rubbing his arms like a child who was scolded.

"How am I supposed to get home without clothes, you horndog?!" I screamed, for the third time. He let his head fall, then turned around to his dresser and grabbed out a pair of sweats and an old soccer jersey. I sighed and shooed him out before picking up the outfit from the edge of the bed and throwing it on. The sweatpants were falling off my hips, his shirt was almost to my knees.

"God, I hate mornings," I groaned as there was a knock on Dylan's bedroom door. I yelled for the person to come in, and they did. A pile of makeup, a flat iron, and a comb was laying in Dylan's arms.

"I figured you could use these, since we have school today and you had a rough enough day already." He offered them to me with a slight smile.

"Thank you, but I still don't like you." I half growled.

"Just get ready," He said with a smirk, and I did so. I straightened my brown and blonde hair that went down to the small of my back. Then I put on a light layer of makeup, but enough to hide the bags under my eyes. I checked over my outfit in the mirror and stopped dead in my tracks at what I found. I looked at the back of my shirt. "Smith, 24" is what it read. I was pissed; now everyone would piece together that I slept with him. Nonetheless, my head pounding, Dylan and I left for school.

"So, about last night...-" He started, but I cut him off.

"It means nothing. Once I get your clothes back to you, we can go back to wanting to rip each other's heads off." I smiled, tightly.

"Oh... Yeah, sounds good." He slightly frowned, pulling into school drive. Dylan's knuckles were white from hanging on to the wheel when he parked in the student lot. I thanked him before hopping out of his black, shiny truck.

*A/N Heyo!
It's Lyssa, I'm starting a new story. I actually don't mind this one. I have it all written out too so all I have to do is post. I'm debating on ending it where I have it now and writing a sequel if I get a good response? P.S. If it says Rylen in here, just know that I meant Jessica... I changed her name halfway through. Okay, bye lovelies!