echo | wyatt oleff

Chapter 13

"We shouldn't have done that"

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-Echo's POV-

I slowly came around, the morning light shining through a crack in the curtains straight into my eyes. I closed my eyes and turned my head the other way, realising how much it was pounding, I was so hungover. I tried to stretch out, until I realised someones head was laying on my chest with their arms wrapped around me. It took me a minute before I realised where I was, and I started to freak out, squirming underneath him.

"Fuck..." I mumbled, trying to push him off but he was too heavy. "Jack get off of me!" I raised my voice a little, hitting his shoulder and he suddenly shot his head up and sat up next to me. 

"Echo..." He said quietly, reaching his hand out to me but I smacked it away as I sat up too. That was when I realised I was in only my bra and panties, and Jack was only in his boxers... I wasn't dreaming after all. I couldn't believe what we had done, I had a rush of anger throughout my whole body, towards myself and him. "What's wro-"

"Shut up Jack." I cut him off, climbing out of his bed and trying to find my dress in amongst our clothes.

"What the hell?" He said, he sounded pissed and kind of hurt, but at that point I didn't care. He climbed out of bed too and stood and watched me.

"Don't." I said bluntly, finally finding my dress and pulling it over my body, before starting to search for my shoes and phone. "We shouldn't have done that."

"Why, was I that bad?" He laughed sarcastically, and that bad thing was, I couldn't say yes because he wasn't bad, at all. He was actually really good. I caught myself thinking back to what we had done the night before and snapped myself out of it, continuing to search for my stuff, ignoring his question. "Echo, are you serious?"

"Jack." I replied, slipping my shoes on and grabbing my phone. "What happened stays in this room." I said sternly, turning to face him, and he smirked and began to say something before I cut him off, anger filling me, he wasn't taking me seriously.

"Don't fucking tell anyone about this." I sneered through my teeth, pushing him hard by his shoulders, his back hitting the wall behind him and his expression dropped. "Anyone." He just stared at me, and I stared back for a minute, before turning away and leaving his room.

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I unlocked the door to my apartment and crept in, quickly unlocking my bedroom door and running inside. My head was spinning, I felt sick to my stomach, and I was sure that wasn't only to do with being hungover. I sat on my bed thinking for a moment... me and Jack had really had sex last night. What was wrong with me? I liked Wyatt, not Jack. If anyone found out about it, everything would be ruined. I heard my phone buzz, and unlocked it to see messages from not long ago in the group chat, I must of been added back the night before.

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sophia 👽 - where did everyone go last night?

finnlard 🐸 - i was in my room occupied, dont know about anyone else

the chosen one 📿- i went to bed at the same time as sadie, no one was left in the kitchen at that point so idk

mills 🖤-  what about jack and echo? they disappeared 

finnlard 🐸 - HMMMMM

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My heart practically stopped, they couldn't of figured it out already. I was just about to type something when I saw Jack was typing too.

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jackboiiiiii 💊 - i went to bed right after echo used my bathroom to pee

finnlard 🐸 - oh

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I breathed a sigh of relief, Jack was actually going along with it, I didn't think he would. I realised how dirty I felt, it had been a long time since I had done anything like that... I ripped all my clothes off and jumped in the shower, scrubbing my whole body. I couldn't help but feel a bit of guilt about the way I was towards Jack, he was actually a sweet guy, but we shouldn't of done what we did, especially since me and Wyatt had been talking... well kinda. I got out of the shower and wrapped my towel around me, jumping at the sound of someone knocking on my door.

"Come in!" I shouted, and the door opened, it was Millie. My heart began to race... maybe she had seen or heard something? We weren't exactly that quiet, and she was in the next room with Finn.

"Hey Echo." She smiled warmly, sitting down in my spinning chair. "How was your night?"

"Uh, it was okay." I began, and debated in my head for a second whether to tell her or not, but I decided against it. "I came to bed not long after you went away with Finn."

"Really?" She said, raising an eyebrow in disbelief, and my heart began to pound faster. "I knocked on your door this morning but there was no answer."

"Oh, yeah..." I began, trying to think of a good excuse. "I was out cold, I drank way too much." I chuckled awkwardly, and thankfully, Millie relaxed and laughed too.

"Yeah, me too." We both sat in a comfortable silence, and I shifted my position, noticing Millies eyes widen. "What is that?"

"Huh?" I asked, confused as to what she was talking about, and she pointed to the inside of my thigh; there was a huge bruise. Fuck. 

"And that!" She said with even more shock, poking my shoulder. I quickly got up to see another dark bruise on my shoulder and the side of my neck, in the shape of a hand print. I quickly looked back down to the bruise on my thigh and sure enough, that was in the shape of a hand print too. My heart started to race as I quickly pulled on some shorts and a tank top, before standing in the mirror and examining the rest of my body; my hips hand hand shaped bruises too, as well as my back... they was from Jack. 

"Echo?" Millie's voice pulled me out of my thoughts and I turned to her, she looked confused and worried. My head starting racing with so many thoughts at once, I couldn't lie about this, she wasn't stupid...

"Me and Jack had sex last night."

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