This isn't right

Chapter 8

Alli's POV: Callie had gone to dinner with her grandparents.
I needed her, I needed her bad.
I didn't know what to do with myself. Everything was spinning, and I hadn't had an ounce of alcohol. I wanted to run away, not from the hotel, or my aunt just from everything, this corrupt black vortex that we call earth. I wanted it all to be gone I wanted to run into nothingness. I couldn't stand. So I sat and hated him until Callie came back.
"Oh my god, what the hell happened" I couldn't get words to come out, I motioned for her to bring me a writing pad and I wrote,
Nash, told me he wouldn't do anything, he said he would be careful. I handed it to her knowing it wasn't legible. She bent down and hugged me. We got cleaned up and bolted both our doors and slept.

Nash's POV:
I was an idiot
The limited amount of time I had with her I screwed up. I screwed up so bad. I had woken up with a half naked girl on me. I had never done anything like this and I picked now. WHY THE HELL DID I PICK NOW! None of the guys felt sorry for me. I don't blame them. I just needed to talk to her. I knew she wouldn't let me. So I just went to my empty room and I sat deep in thought. All I could think about was the smile on her face that day we played basketball down by the pool. We were on opposite teams, we guarded each other every time. She was amazing, her giggle made me melt. That was also the night where we learned everything about each other. I learned that her best friend had died in a plane wreck three years ago. She learned that my best friend had terminal cancer. We learned each other's greatest fear. I said mine was sponges *jokingly* and she said hers was not knowing, or oblivion. And then I felt like a real idiot. I just wanted to see her face. Just then my phone started ringing.