Chapter 13
Taylor's POV
I woke up the next morning with a killer headache. I also woke up in a random bed. With a random person! I felt air down below. Please God, don't let me be naked, I thought. I pulled back the covers. Yep, I was naked! I started panicking. Shawn would fucking hate me for this! He would never forgive me!
But I had to find out who this mystery person next to me was. They had long blonde hair. Not only did I CHEAT on Shawn, I did it with a girl! That would lower his self asteem thinking that a girl is better than he is. I shook the person awake. She groaned a bit, stirring, and turned around. As soon as I saw her face, my jaw dropped down to the floor. It was Amber Stone, she hated my guts and I hated hers. As soon as she saw me, she pulled the cover over her body and screamed. "AAAAHHHHHH! Taylor What are you doing?" I scratched the back off my neck. "Ummmm, d-did we have s-s-sex last night?" Her eyes light up in horror. She looked down under the covers. "I think we did. I hope you wore a condom." she said, barely above a whisper. I just started crying very loudly in front of her. Shawn would never even spare me a second glance if I got her pregnant! I'm only eighteen! I'm not ready to be a father!
Shawn would hate my guts. Shawn would never love me again. That last thought made me cry even harder. I felt someone's very soft hand caressing my shoulder. "What's wrong Taylor," Amber said, now fully dressed, with keys in her hand. I snorted. "Like you would care. You hate me." She laughed. What was fucking funny in this situation? "Taylor, that was in first grade, when you stole my cookies during snacktime. Do you think I would hold a grudge that long?" I shook my head. She never talked to me so I actually thought she still did. "Now, what's wrong?" I sighed. "I cheated on my boyfriend with you, now he's gonna hate me." I said, with brand new tears forming. "You're gay Taylor," she asked. "Bi." She nodded. "Well, your boyfriend would understand right? You were drunk and it was an accident. If he doesn't believe you, call me and I'll tell him." She gave me her number. "Thanks." She smiled. "No problem. Bye Taylor." she said walking toward the door. I sent her a small smile and waved.
I got dressed and went downstairs. The living room looked like a tornado had been through it. There were half naked kids everywhere. Cups were all on the floor, clothes were covered in beer, and it smelled like pee. I needed a ride home, so I had to find Sam. While I was walking around, I started to feel bad for the kid who hosted this party. He had a lot of cleaning up to do, and a lot of people he had to get out of his house.
I found Sam in the kitchen, on the table, with a Santa Clause hat, and a thong. I shook him awake. "What the- Oh my god! My head!" The typical reactions of a hangover. "Omg, I need an asprin. What the fuck am I wearing? How did I get here?" Sam asked. "Come on, get dressed. I have to get home or my mom will kill me." He got off the table. "Ok just let me find my- Ohhhhh, did you get some last night bro?" He pointed to my neck. I guess there was a hickey there. "Shut up. Let's just go." I walked out of the kitchen and to the front door while Sam was behind me screaming, "Get some! Get some! Get some!" u
