Wrapped

Chapter 16

Sixteen ~ Zack

        I stared blankly at my ceiling while laying uncomfortably on the couch. I didn't sleep at all last night. All I could think about is what I did to Pierce. The only emotions inside me is guilt and regret.

        I shifted my body so I could sit up, instantly regretting my actions as I got a bit nauseous and light-headed.

        A door creaked opened and I stood up, watching Pierce as he exited the bedroom.

        "Pierce," I said softly, making him slowly look up at me, "I'm really sorry about last night, I was just-"

        Pierce's face turned into a look of disgust and he shook his head, " 'Sorry' won't cut it, Zack." He muttered and went into the kitchen.

        I ran my hand through my hair. This was awful. He probably hated me now. All I ever want to do is protect him, make sure he's safe and happy. Now look at what I have done.

        "Please, Pierce, I really didn't mean to do it," I said following him.

        "Then why did you?" He snapped, placing his hands on his hips.

        I looked down. How was I suppose to tell him that I thought he was Nick, his own boyfriend? Then I would have to explain how I have a small crush on him, which wouldn't make anything better.

        Biting my lip, I glanced up at him and found that he was still glaring at me, in the same position. "Well?" He said angrily.

        "Logan and Brandon got me drunk," I began and saw Pierce shake his head, his expression was clearly showing that he was appalled. "And when I saw you, I thought you were," I paused. I didn't want to tell him. He would still think I'm some sort of creep or pedophile.

        "You thought I was who," He asked, anger slowly leaving his tone.

        I sighed deeply and looked away from him, "I thought you were, Nick." I muttered quietly, wishing he had not heard.

        "W-what?" He said, raising an eyebrow, "You thought that I was Nick? What is that suppose to mean? Do you like him or something?"

        I slightly shrugged and rubbed the back of my neck.

        Pierce huffed and grabbed something from out of the refrigerator, then headed back to our room.

        I heard a slam and I sighed. I knew he was going to think I was sick, weird, a creep. I didn't want that.

        If it wasn't for Bella dragging me to Logan and Brandon's apartment, everything would have been fine. Pierce would eat breakfast with me, talk to me, and wouldn't be so upset. He wouldn't think of me all different than how he does now.

        But I know Pierce, he can only hold a grudge for so long. It should blow over soon, right?

        After about an hour, I heard Pierce leave his room, putting on a new shirt for the day. "Nick is coming over," He began, "Don't try anything on him."

        That hurt. He doesn't even trust me now.

        "I wouldn't do that," I said quietly.

        "Well it seems like you would, obviously," Pierce muttered, "Oh and, I just thought I would tell you that I told him more about yourself."

        I became confused. More about myself? What does that mean? "What?" I said and he looked at me.

        "Robert," He said quietly.

        Everything stopped. That was suppose to be only between us. I never wanted anyone to know. I'm embarrassed and ashamed. Even talking to the police officers about it was just, humiliating. Anger raised  inside my chest, I wanted to yell at him, tell him how he needs to keep his mouth shut. But I couldn't do that. Not now.