Don't You Forget About Me (CURRENTLY UNDER REPOSTING)

Chapter Thirteen- Mad About You, Mad With Each Other

-CHAPTER THIRTEEN-

MAD ABOUT YOU, MAD WITH EACH OTHER

The next morning came quickly, the light from the morning sun waking up the hungover teenagers on the floors- and in the beds.

Ann slowly opened her eyes, and they felt heavy. Her head was throbbing, and her muscles ached all over her body. She felt nauseous, and her body was sweating- her naked body, that is.

Ann scanned the scene, and finally noticed this. She froze, and felt her heart start to beat out of her chest. She put two-and-two together, finally realizing what she had done- she had gotten drunk, and had sex with somebody other than Zach.

Ann slowly looked to see the naked body laying next to her under the covers, and she gasped, putting one of her hands over her mouth to keep from making any further noise. She saw Michael laying there, still asleep.

Ann felt tears develop in her eyes- she didn't want this to happen, she didn't want to believe it was happening.

But, it was.

She couldn't keep quiet anymore, as she buried her face in her hands and began to breakdown, the choking sounds from her sobs causing Michael to stir.

He slowly opened his eyes, and saw Ann sitting there crying her eyes out. It didn't take long for him to figure out why, either.

He looked down under the covers and noticed that he was naked, and then he looked over at Ann again. He then knew- that Ann and him had sex together again, only this time, neither one of them wanting it.

Or, did they?

Michael slowly sat up, and Ann noticed. She didn't pay much attention to him, until he tried to comfort her.

Ann pulled away, getting up from the bed to find her clothes.

"Ann..."

"Don't touch me, don't speak to me... don't even look at me!"

Ann searched and searched for her bra, and found it hanging on one of the blades of the ceiling fan. She snatched it off, and quickly got dressed so Michael wouldn't see her naked anymore.

"Ann, I'm sorry! I don't even remembered what happened, much less wanted it to happen!"

Michael thought back at what he had just said, and questioned himself in his mind.

"Did I really want this to happen?"

He got up, and found his clothes. He dressed himself, Ann having her back turned towards him.

She stood there silent, before she started walking towards the door of the bedroom.

"I don't even want to remember..." Ann said, her words following her out the door.

"Ann, wait!" She stopped, only to have Michael appear in front of her a few seconds later, fully-clothed.

"Ashley knows more than likely, so..."

"She probably told Zach already..."

Ann felt like crying again, and Michael noticed. He went to hug Ann, but she pulled away once more.

"I said don't touch me, Michael..."

Michael frowned, and sighed.

"I was going to say that since she knows, she probably left the party, taking her car... but..."

"Just sit and don't talk, I'll take you back to the college... just don't say anything else, please... you're just going to make this situation even worse than it already is..."