Just Breathe

Will I be okay?

The next morning I wake up, naked, next to Wyatt. Slowly I climb off the bed and grab the undergarments and pajamas I had on last night, putting them on.
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"Last night, couldn't have happened. At least it shouldn't have. Wyatt's my best friend-" So frustrated with myself, I hold my head, anger coursing through my blood.

"Look," Emily's green-hazel eyes, bore into mine as she faces me,"sometimes things just happen. You can't help it, but attraction grows."

"You don't think I don't know that. Em, we just went to far, and he didn't even have a condom on, he ran out. So now, I have to get the day after pill." As I say that, a middle aged women stares at me with disgust, causing me to yell at her."What, it's not like you've never had unprotected sex!" She scuffs at me, and quickly walks away.

Emily stares at me like the psycho that I am. "I get that you regret it-"

"I don't regret it. It was really, really good-"

"But you can't just yell at people you don't even know!"

"Hey, look we're here."

"Don't change the subject on me!" Emily angrily mumbles.

Not answering, I stroll through the aisles finding the "women's" section. Grabbing a box marked 'Morning After,' and some 'Always' brand pads (so what, my period started last night after I fell asleep and I absolutely hated tampons; the discomfort for me was just...bad), I went to the cash register and a sixty- year old man rung up my items.

"That'll be seventeen dollars."

Handing him a twenty dollar bill, he gives me my three dollars back. As I grabbed the plastic bag, and was heading towards the door, the man yelled, "It'll be alright."

Nodding my head, I walk out the door. As long as I took the pill I'd be alright. I'd be perfectly...normal.

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"Ok so, I think for my birthday we should just have cake."

"Wyatt, why do you just want cake?!" Emily looked at him with disgust, before she added, "Not even pizza?"

"Yes, I'll have pizza. But I don't want a party like last year."

"Me either," I chuckled, "Drunk Erea is not good."

"Drunk Twister, wasn't good either." Wyatt laughed whilst sprawled out on the couch.

"Neither was drunk karaoke." Tyler spoke out.

Tyler, oh sweet, vigorous, Tyler. His girlfriend Paris was touring Europe and Africa, for this photography class, in which she had to get loads of permission for.

Tyler sat back, closing his hazel eyes, his curly black hair a mess, and his light-brown skin glistened as he sat by the window, the sun shining down.

"It wasn't fun for you, because you threw up  on your girlfriend, halfway through that Def Leppard song." Wyatt threw a Cheeto Puff bag at his best friend.

"It was 'Pour Some Sugar On Me.' And it was  awful, because I threw up on Paris, who was my new girlfriend at the time."

"You're lucky she even stayed with you." Wyatt laughed.

"Oh come on, Tyler it's not that bad. Plus at the time it was a new relationship, Paris wouldn't do that to someone. And anyways you cleaned up the mess." I rolled my eyes at Wyatt who was messing up my hair.

Emily's eyes caught my attention. She was giving me a pointed look, flickering her gaze between Wyatt and I.

"So Erea, how was last night? Did you do anything special." Emily raised an eyebrow. This was her trying to get a reaction out of me.

"Last night was prom. Everything special happened."

"Everything special? Can you please explain."

"I already told you-" I stopped when Wyatt's hands left my hair.

Wyatt's deep voice cut in, "Erea and I left early because our dates were drunk as hell, and she wanted to leave."

"Did anything else happen?" This time it was Tyler who asked.

I looked up and gave Wyatt a look.

"Damit. Wyatt did you tell Tyler?"

"Mayhaps. BUT YOU TOLD EMILY."

"Well how do you know that?" I crossed my arms.

"Why else would she ask about last night?"

"Ok, I did tell her."

"Then don't be mad at me for telling Tyler."

"Good, because I'm not mad."

"And I'm not mad either."

"And Tyler and I are leaving. Figure out your birthday plans with Erea."

"Bye." I look Wyatt dead in the eye, while Emily and Tyler leave.

When I hear the front door shut, I drop my head and walk to my bed.

"What are you doing?" Wyatt looked puzzled.

"I'm sleeping."

"No you're helping me with my party."

"No I'm sleeping. You're talking and I'll listen."

"How can you listen if you're asleep?"

"My eyes will be closed and my body will b
e asleep but my brain will be awake."

"Ok fine."

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A/N: Ok sorry this is so late. I started writing this in September, but school has been BLAHHHHH, and people are also BLAHHHHH and doctor appointments and suchhhh. But anyways you don't care, but here's chapter three. Also it was kind of just a filler.