Drunken Miracles

Mistake? Try Disaster.

Sometimes when people wake, no matter where they are they assume that they're in their own bed, with their own pillow, in their own house.

Taylor wasn't one of those people. As soon as her brain registered she was awake, before her eyes even opened, she knew that the pillow she was using wasn't her own. And the sheets, they weren't as thick as hers.

There was another blatantly obvious thing though, that failed to jump out at her for a start.

She looked over her shoulder, wondering where the hell her clothes were. Then stopped breathing completely.

Nate lay with an arm off the bed, sleeping soundly. She felt herself start to hyperventilate.

Holy. Fucking. Shit. She'd done it.

She'd got laid.

Looking down at the person sleeping next to her, she felt a wave of panic again. It had to be him, didn't it? Taylor groaned, getting out of his bed as quietly as possible, and looking for her clothes. She found her panties and bra next to the door, and her dress lying askew on his floor. Her purse was next to it, so she grabbed it, checking her phone was still inside it.

As quietly as possible, Taylor got dressed and exited his room, her heart in her throat the whole time. Memories of the night before were returning, and she felt the urge to pass out.

"My god, I'm a slut." Taylor murmured, creeping down the stairs, freaking out. She had to ring Kally, definitely not Mitch. He'd tell someone for sure.

Taylor whipped out her phone and sent Kally a S.O.S. message, before tip toeing into the large hall of the Presely's household. She couldn't believe it. Her, Taylor, had slept with the player.

More then once, her fuzzy memory told her. She fought the urge to groan again and all but sprinted to the front door. Just as she was grabbing the handle, there was a clearing of throats behind her.

Whipping around so fast, her head spun, Taylor's eye's widened when they landed on Nate's dad. She was sure mortification was calling her name, because it sure was surrounding her like a blanket.

"Uh...hi." She said in a meek voice. Nate's father stared at her, his eyes amused.

"Have fun last night?"

Taylor didn't know how to answer that. The man chuckled, looking down at the ground for a moment before staring straight at her again.

"I knew Nate had someone over, he never snores, and someone was last night."

Please, please, just turn into a puddle and die, Taylor said to herself when she laughed meekly.

"I-I better go. Nice to meet you Mr. Presley." Taylor said, quickly opening the door and slamming it behind her, giving her already large headache another reason to pound uncontrollably.

She walked towards the sidewalk and sent Kally a text, asking her to pick her up. She kept walking, wanting to get away from the Presley's house.

"Oh god. I slept with Nate." Taylor muttered, her panic making her walk faster. It just had to be him, she groaned out loud. The news would be all over the school in the morning. She could just hear the whispers, "Adam's ex-girlfriend sleeping with his enemy." God, the cheerleaders would have a field day. She was sure no one would hold back, either.

What if he had an STI? What if she was know stuck with an incredibly painful diesease forever all because her friends believed she needed to get laid? Peer pressure, in her mind, was shit.

What if they hadn't used protection? Oh god, what if she was destined to be on the next season of Teen Mom on MTV? What if her parent's found out she was know a slut? Would they still buy her that car for her graduation present?