Open Wounds

Chapter 10

~Stiles~

I slowly opened my eyes, instantly regretting it as the light seemed to burn them. I was looking up at the ceiling, where the fuck was I? I felt a breeze over my whole body... Why was I naked? I sat up, regretting that as well when I felt a pounding in my head. I fell back into the random bed. Okay... maybe getting totally wasted was kind of a bad idea...

I rolled over to my left and seen the back of someone's head. More importantly a naked someone... It was a guy, obviously. I think the light brown curly mess of hair gave it away...

"Oh my god.... Isaac?" I whispered as I realized who was infront of me... did I sleep with Isaac?!?!

I felt the bed behind me shift as a arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me in closer, spooning me. I froze as my eyes went wide. The person behind me was definitely a guy... and most definitely naked. Something in the back of my mind was screaming 'Get the fuck out of there'  but another part said 'Who the fuck is pressing their dick against my ass'  And being my idoit self I slowly turned my head to face the person. I thought this couldn't get any worse... until I turned to see Jackson with his face nuzzled into the back of my neck... Holy shit... Derek's going to kill me. And if he doesn't... I'm sure Lydia or Scott would... Did I actually lose my virginity to Isaac, or even worse, Jackson???

Yup... Getting blackout drunk... not my best idea... I sat up, well attempted too but failed as Jackson's grip around my waist only grew tighter.

"don't leave.."  I thought I heard him mubble as his face was still pressed into my neck.

Shit! Shit, shit, shit. Please don't wake up. I shivered as I felt a soft kiss on the back of my neck. Oh my god, could this get anymore weird?

"I love you" Isaac whispered, still sleeping, as he turned to face me, snuggling into my chest.

Well, clearly it could... I sighed as I stayed there, stuck between a naked Jackson and a naked Isaac. If I was a teenage girl this would be a dream... but I'm not, and it isn't... It's more like a fucking nightmare!

I somehow managed to escaped their grasp and sat up. I was trying to ignore the pounding in my head as I slowly crawled out of bed. When I finally stood up I started looking around for my clothes. T-shirt, T-shirt, pants, shirtless Erica, more pants. Wait-- what!?!

"Okay, what the fuck kind of party was this??"

I quickly grabbed a random pair of black sweats, I don't care who's, I just need to get the fuck out of here. I quietly stepped over other random bodies in the surprisingly large room. I was about to open the door when a hand grabbed my still naked ass... I froze as I shut my eyes. Oh dear god no...  I smelt the air... fear, arousal, alcohol and... what the fuck was that... some kind of drug? I slowly opened my eyes as I turned around to face Jackson.

"Okay, Jackson- Jackson, calm down your horneyness please?" I asked, trying not to look down, as I grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away from my ass. "You're- You're drunk or- or drugged I don't know just, please stop" I took a deep breath and closed my eyes again when he got on his knees and pushed my back onto the door.

"Where'd you get all, these scar- scars?" He asked, I opened my eyes and looked down at him, shit.

"I- uh- I- I- oh my god"  I moaned loudly, tilting my head back and closing my eyes again as he wrapped his mouth around me.

Then I realized, this is Jackson. I opened my eyes as I tried to push him away but I failed as he pinned my arms down.

"S- Stop" I whispered quietly as a tear fell down my face. "J- Jackson, p- please stop"