One night, one too many, one boy... one mistake.

Chapter Three.

We remained cuddled up in Rhys’ bed for a while in silence; I was shivering and worried about the reaction that I would get from the people who meant the most to me such as my Mum and Sara once I broke the news to them, surely they’d be disappointed in me, they would be mad and lecture me about how stupid I have been. I know that they wouldn’t expect this from me; Sara would expect this sort of news to come from Amy or Cassie, not me. I sighed.

My phone buzzed and lit up; I reached over to get it off of the bedside table, knowing that my text would be a worried one from Sara.

“Who’s texting you?” Rhys asked, breaking the silence.

“My best friend, Sara,” I replied, not taking much notice of him whilst I was reading Sara’s text.

Sara was asking where I was and if I was okay, she told me that she had contacted my mum who said that I hadn’t returned home last night and that my mum was asking about my whereabouts too. She then asked me what I needed to tell her. I gulped, unsure of how to reply to her.

Rhys grunted.

“What does she want?” he asked.

“Oh she just wanted to know how I was, where I went last night and also what I need to tell her,” I replied, still thinking of how to reply to her. I had worried my best friend to death, I knew it; I sighed and looked at myself, I was a disgrace, she was definitely going to be disappointed in me. Then a terrible thought popped into my head; what if she never wanted to talk to me ever again? That would break me into a thousand pieces.

After a lot of thought I decided to make up a slight white lie to Sara, so she wouldn’t hate me as much. But white lies aren’t too bad…right?

“Rhys,” I said, out of the blue.

“What?” he asked.

“I’m telling Sara that we have known each other for a while and that I bumped into you randomly in the club…and one thing lead to another… but I need to make sure that you don’t drop me in it,” I replied.

“So basically you’re lying to your supposed best friend?” Rhys asked. I shook my head.

“Not exactly lying, just modifying a part of our story so it doesn’t seem as bad,” I explained.

“Makes sense I guess….so what are you saying? That we’ve been friends for a long time, we were drunk, saw each other in the club and started to have a catch up and then…things went fast and we ended up sleeping together?” Rhys asked. I nodded.

“Just so she, and other people when we tell them, doesn’t think anything bad of us,”

Rhys sat there for a minute.

“Yeah, okay, whatever,” he smiled. I smiled back at him and started my reply to Sara.  I was so glad that he had agreed to go along with my white lie so that he didn’t drop me in trouble if, and when, Sara or anyone else asked him any questions.

I explained the situation to Sara, including mine and Rhys’ white lie. I didn’t tell her the full story just yet; I only told her that I had woken up in Rhys’ bed this morning. I thought that I would tell her the story in pieces so that she had chance to get it into her head. I sent the message and put my phone back on the side and cuddled up to Rhys again. He wrapped his arms around me, his muscles tensed around me making me feel a sense of security in his arms, and I felt safe. I was right about his muscular arms being good for cuddles. He started to stroke my hair, he then kissed my forehead. I turned to face him and smiled sweetly and then kissed him.

I don’t know if I was starting to believe my own lie or if it was a genuine feeling but it felt as though I had actually known Rhys for a long time; not just for one night, however, he could possibly be the father of my unborn child if I had one and I had to ensure that the child had the best life I could possibly give it in the given circumstances.