New Guy on the Street (Larry)

Chapter Nine: Oops

     The sunlight peeks in through Louis’ window in the brightest way possible. The taste of alcohol floods my mouth suddenly and in the grossest way. I bury myself deeper into Louis’ chest. He’s probably going to be out cold for another few hours at the least. I’m pretty sure we drank a lot last night. My head starts throbbing in the worst way and I know I won’t be able to take another minute of it. Groaning, I sit up in his bed.

     The first thing I register is that my bottom is sore, and that I’m naked.

     My eyes widen in sudden realization. ‘Please no, please no, please no,’ I think, as if that is going to make this any less true. Slowly, I glance down at Louis who is naked too. There’s no way we did that.

     Suddenly, I feel so sick to my stomach, and I don’t think it was the alcohol. I get up from his bed and throw on the first pair of boxers and pants I see, grabbing a shirt and pulling it on afterwards. The pain all over my body is excruciating. I search for my phone and my house key, which I find downstairs, and race out of his house.

     The minute I see Al’s car in my driveway, I want to explode. I can’t go home and take a shower and try to think about what happened without this prick showing up. He’s all I see lately. When my mom has free time, she spends it with Al. We haven’t had a conversation in forever.

     I sneak into the house so that I won’t run into my mom who will ask why I’m limping and squinting my eyes so much. I know if she sees me like this, I’ll never get to go back to Louis’ house. Though, I’m not so sure I ever want to.

     As soon as I make it to my room, I lock the door and walk into the bathroom. My stomach is gurgling in the worst way by now and I know that if I don’t make it to a toilet soon, I’ll be cleaning up chunks. I lean over the bowl and empty the contents of my stomach into the toilet as soon as I sit down. I don’t know if I’m throwing up because of what may or may not have happened with Louis or if it’s because of what I drank last night. Whatever it is, I know that it must be worth getting sick over. Once I’m through, I lean back and wipe my mouth off with my arm, flushing the toilet in the process. I don’t like being alone when I get sick, but if my mom were to see me like this, I’d suffer for the rest of my life. I’ll just have to suffer now.

    I stand up with wobbly legs and walk towards my shower. Once I turn it on, I go towards my cabinet and grab the first bottle of pain relievers I can find, throwing more pills than recommended into my mouth. I strip off the clothes, which are Louis’, and step into the shower. My bottom is screaming now. I know Louis and I had sex. How could we have gotten that drunk? The worst part is that I can’t even remember what we did. If my mother knew about this, I have no clue what she would say.

    As I wash my hair, I ponder how I’m going to talk to Louis about it. Maybe he won’t remember. I’m sure he won’t. I mean, I wasn’t there in his arms to remind him and for all I know he sleeps naked so he’ll think it’s normal. And, he did have a lot to drink last night too. So if I don’t remember, he surly won’t. If he does remember however, I know things are going to be awkward between the two of us. I don’t want that. I like Louis being my friend. We’d just be friends who got a little too drunk one night. Hopefully that’s what we can call it.

     At some point, I pull myself out of my shower. I think I stayed in there for at least an hour. Finally, the pain relievers are settling into my system and my headache is starting to fade away. I just dry off my body and hair, and walk back into my room, not even bothering with clothes. I lay in my bed, thinking of how much I screwed up with Louis. I know I was drunk, but I should be smart enough to say no to him. Maybe it was me who started it. I shouldn’t pin this all on Louis. By now, tears are streaming down my face at a fast rate. It’s not like I want to cry, I just can’t help it. I messed up so bad this time.