The Phoenix

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

Mac's POV

I opened my eyes to see that I was in Stiles' room. I looked over to his sleeping figure and memories of last night came slamming into my head. I closed my eyes for a second, hoping when I looked down at myself, I would be clothed. Of course, I wasn't. I covered my mouth with my hand and slid further in the covers. What the hell did we do?

Stiles started stirring so I quickly slid out of bed and ran back to my room after grabbing my clothes. I couldn't believe we did that. I didn't know how I was going to face him. I grabbed some clothes and headed to the bathroom to take a shower.

I stood in the shower for a while, hoping to wash away last night. It wasn't that I didn't enjoy myself. It's that I didn't know how to react to this. I didn't know if it was gonna change the relationship between us. Would it make things awkward? Would we turn into something more? I didn't know and it bothered me to no end.

After I finished getting dressed, I headed to my room. The door was open and Stiles was standing in the middle of the room looking around. In his hand were my underwear. My underwear from last night.

"Oh, for the love of-." He shouted scared, finally noticing me in the doorway. He looked down and blushed hard when he realized he was standing in the middle of the room with my underwear, "Okay this is not what you think."

"What do I think?" I asked cautiously.

"I think you're thinking that I snuck in your room to dig through your underwear drawer. I just found these on my floor and I think they got mixed up with my clothes." He said.

"Um, actually-" I started, but he cut me off.

"I'm not a creepy pervert that thinks about sex all the time and digs through their roommate's underwear. I mean I think about sex, not all the time though. I mean, I'm a virgin who has only porn to imagine what sex feels like, so I kind of imagine it a lot, but that's not the point. I mean I wouldn't raid your underwear drawer, not that you don't have cute underwear or anything. It's that you're my best friend's sister and my roommate and I wouldn't do that. Ugh, I mean. Here, just take these." Stiles rambled out, finally holding out the underwear for me to take. I wasn't paying attention to the last half of his little speech though. Did he just call himself a virgin? I'm pretty sure after last night, he can no longer claim that.

"How- how was your night?" I asked, maybe he forgot. Maybe he thought it was just a dream.

"It was pretty good. I can read again and I didn't have anymore nightmares. I don't even think I dreamed last night." Stiles said.

"So, What all did you do last night?" I asked, becoming more nervous as the conversation went on. What the hell?

"Um, after we came from the clinic, I broke into the school to prank coach for mischief night. After that I came upstairs and passed out." He said. I felt my throat close up. He didn't remember. How could he not remember last night? How could he not remember taking my virginity? Maybe this was a mischief night prank. Maybe he's pretending not to remember just to say, 'Haha, got you.' What if he regrets it and wants to just pretend it didn't happen? I feel like I'm going to throw up. "Mac, you okay?"

"Yeah," I said clearing my throat, "I'm good. I'm gonna, um, head out." I grabbed my bag off the floor and practically ran out to my car. I needed to tell Isaac. No, I couldn't. I couldn't tell anyone.

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"Hey, you okay?" Isaac asked as I drove to school.

"Yeah, just had a bad night." I responded. He thankfully left it alone. When we pulled up to school, we saw the twins standing talking to Scott and Stiles. We both jumped out the car, and headed to them.