Bad Idea, Mister Bad Boy

Alias: Sober

I woke up slowly, the sunlight from my skylight seeping in.

I groaned under my thick covers and turned over, opening my eyes and coming face to face with Hunter.

Closing my eyes and snuggling down, I realized that I had just come face to face with Hunter and my eyes snapped open.

He was shirtless and the duvet stopped at his waist, showing off his muscles and toned body. He lay facing me, his arm under his head. He looked peaceful as he slept, his breathing evening.

I looked down at myself and realized my shirt was off.

I rolled my eyes. "Oh the things alcohol can make seem fun," I muttered, bringing my legs up and planting my feet on his stomach and chest. He groaned slightly, but didn't move.

"Sooo not sorry for this," I said. And then I pushed with all my strength, satisfied with myself when he shifted away from me and fell off my bed.

He landed on the ground, immediately waking up and groaning.

"Good morning Hunter. First off, I helped you out of my bed. Your welcome. Secondly, I have absolutely no idea where you're clothes are and neither do I care. And thirdly, anytime you feel like it-that means in the next five minutes- you can leave my house. So get out of my house," I said happily.

"That's one hellva way to wake someone up," He moaned, rubbing the back of his neck as he sat up.

"Usually the one night stand from before is gone before the other person ever wakes up so take a page out of that book and get out," I said.

"One night stand...? Oh god no!" He said, his eyes widening as he realized what I meant.

"Listen Hunter...what ever happened last night can't happen again and-"

"Nothing happened!" He said quickly, waving his hands.

"Then why are you naked?"

"I'm not! It got really hot last with you clinging onto me and I took off my shirt to try and cool down. I still have my jeans on, see?"

I looked down and realized he was wearing jeans.

"Then why am I naked? Also why were you in my bed? Did you take advantage of me when I was sleeping?!"

"No! You kept on muttering about how hot it was and pulling off your shirt. I tried to put it back on but you just pulled it off every time. You must have pulled it off again when you were sleeping," He explained.

"Oh...that still doesn't explain why you were in my bed," I said.

"You asked me to sleep with you," he said groggily.

"I tend to do that with guys when I'm shit faced. I apologize," I said, pausing as realization crossed his face,"But wait! If you still have half your clothes on that means you turned me down! Are you gay or something?"

"Jeez. That's egotistical and vain," he muttered.

"I've been hanging around Damon for too long by the looks of it. I'm starting to act like him. Ew."

"And you didn't ask me to sleep with you in that way. You said you wanted me to sleep next to you so you wouldn't be lonely. That's all," he replied, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

I sighed. "Drunk me is so nice and emotional. It makes me want to throw up actually. Bleh."

"Do you remember anything from last night?" He asked, suddenly curious.

"I remember..." my voice trailed off as the events of last night came flooding back,"I remember Ryan. I remember you helping me. But other than that, everything else is blank."

He paused, considering my words. "Listen, last night you fell and I saw something. I saw your s-"

"Good morning!" Damon sang loudly, banging the door open loudly.

He took a second to observe the scene with me and Hunter, then turned to Hunter and said,"Seriously man? I called dibs on her first."

I burst out laughing as Hunter tried frantically to explain what happened, Damon shaking his head and refusing to listen.

"Well boys it has been fun. But I think you should get out. Before I kick you out," I said, grinning.

"Nice boobs," Damon winked, walking out the doorway,"And I'm loving that bra!"

"Don't treat her like that," Hunter scowled, smacking him upside the head and following him.

"Ow! It was just a joke..."

I laughed then remembered I was shirtless and in nothing but a pair of shorts and my bra.

Getting up, I slipped on a new shirt, then stopped.

"Listen, last night you fell and I saw something. I saw your s-"

Fear flooded through my veins as I remembered that I had had my back to Hunter when I was topless and in nothing but a bra, fully exposing my back.

Could he have...?

He couldn't have seen my scars, could he?

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