She's Kind of a Disaster

12- I Told You

I wake up the next morning with my phone starts ringing from somewhere in the car. Everything is thrown around and I have no idea where it's coming from. There are clothes all over the place, one of the front seats is pushed all the way forward and the rearview mirror is angled to where it's pointing to the ground. I didn't even know that rearview mirrors could bend that way.

When I lift my head off of Shaw's bare chest, I realize that we're both completely naked laying together in the back seat of my car.

The ringing sounds like it's coming from the front seat so I grab my panties from where they're hanging on the driver side door handle and climb up front, trying my best not to disturb Shaw. Sitting in the driver's seat, I finally see my phone on the floor near the gas petal. I use my foot to kick it into a reachable distance and pick it up to see that it's Bella calling.

"Hello?" I answer in a very groggy voice. The time on my phone said that it's nine in the morning so we probably only got a few hours of sleep last night.

"Where are you?" She asks me. I wedge my phone between my shoulder and my ear so that I can at least put on my panties. "I've been trying to call you for an hour."

"I'm, uh... out," I yawn. "Where are you?"

"I spent the night somewhere. You disappeared at the party and I've been freaking out. What happened?"

"You were busy with some guy so I left with a friend," I explain to her. "I texted you that I was leaving. I'm fine, Bell."

"What friend did you leave with?" She asks me.

My bra is hanging out of the open glove box so I reach over and get that on too. "Someone from class, you don't know him—her. You don't know her."

"You spent the night with a guy?" She wonders slowly. I hadn't fixed my word slip quick enough. "Does Clayton know?"

"It's not a big deal," I assure her as I hear some movement from the backseat so I turn around and see Shaw beginning to wake up. "Clayton doesn't care."

"Alright, I'll need answers later," Bella warns me.

"I know. I'll talk to you soon," I assure her before I say goodbye and hang up the phone.

"That was nothing?" Shaw raises his eyebrows at me from the backseat as I fix the rearview mirror.

That was everything, I think to myself. "It was alright," I say just so that it doesn't go to his head too much that last night was the best sex that I've ever had.

"That's insulting," He tells me with a yawn as he sits up in the backseat and starts fumbling around for his clothes.

"You'll get over it," I say, crawling back into the back seat to find the rest of my clothes. "Do you want breakfast?"

"Where do you want to go?"

"I'll cook," I offer him, finding the black shirt that I was wearing last night on the floor under the passenger seat. "How do you feel about French toast?"

"You can cook?" He asks once his boxers are on and then his pants. "Sure, I could go for some French toast."

"I'll have to take you to my apartment," I realize. "Please don't steal anything."

"It's offensive that you think you need to tell me that."

"You've tried before," I remind him and this time, he doesn't have a comeback so he just chuckles.

I get my skirt on too and then we both shuffle back into the front. Shaw has to readjust the passenger side seat so that he can sit comfortably and I get the keys on the center console and start the car.