Their Secrets

Six | What is this?

I WOKE WITH a very nice aura, my mind already thinking "Dax is my fan, Dax is my fan, Dax is my fan." Rubbing the sleep off my eyes, the Sunday morning sun spilled light through the cracks of my closed dark curtains.

I headed to my bathroom and brushed my teeth. After a while, I heard a small thud from Aaron's room. I walked into the hallway to find his door about three inches open. I peeked inside to find everyone knocked out. Brandon was snoring on the bed, Ty was passed out on the room couch, Aaron was nowhere to be found, and Sheila was awake and trying to find her balance to get up.

Whitney's blue Domino's shirt was seen in a corner over something that can only be presumed as chocolate-colored vomit. Now, I see Whitney's shirt, but where was Whitney's corps? My eyes widened and I went to the window to check if his car was still there. I was worried that he went driving drunk. Thankfully, his car was there and I exhaled with relief. Then, in the corner of my eye, I saw a half-naked body.

Found it...

His left arm was crossed over his face to cover his eyes. When I looked down at his lower body, I felt ashamed at looking at the most beautiful torso without his consent. I blushed to myself but couldn't find the strength to look away. When I finally did, I noticed how bad this room smelled.

It reeked horridly.

Just what the hell happened last night? The room was a mess. Popcorn everywhere, alcohol puddles on the side of the bed, skittles scattered on the floor by Ty, and Connect 4 chips here and there. The TV was still on, but it was muted.

I kneeled beside Ty to wake her, but she just automatically slapped my hand away.

Okay then, Whitney...

Before I could even touch him, his phone – which was right beside him – alerted a new text message from someone named Panda.

Panda: Duuuuuuuuuuude! I need a ride. I crashed my car and now...

The rest of the message was cut off. I could've held onto the notification to keep reading the rest, but I wasn't going to be nosy about others' business.

I finally knelt down beside Whitney, trying not to look at the perfectly formed muscle, and softly shook him. Apparently, that was the biggest mistake I could ever do, because he caught me off guard. He took my arm, hitting my nose with his elbow, pushing my body to the wall – making me bang my head hard – and violently crushed my throat with his forearm, almost cutting off the air completely from my lungs. I sucked in the most I could from the straw-sized airway.

Once he saw it was only me, his face went pale, and let go of his grip on me. I hunched over coughing to find my breath.

"Kierra! Oh god! I'm so sorry!" I heard him cry.

Whitney straightened me and pulled me into a hug. He held me gently, but firmly, rubbing the back of my head with regret.

"I'm really sorry, Kierra. I thought it was the idiot of my brother pulling another prank on me," he said in my ear, sounding ever so sorry for me and himself. "God, I'm such a dumbass..."

"It's-it's fine... I've done that to Brandon before... -*cough cough*- and trust me, he didn't talk to me for three whole days," I managed to say.

Still holding me in his comfortable arms, I felt the tremor of a chuckle from his hard chest. Thinking it was enough, he loosened his embrace and started to let go.

"Wait!" I said quickly. "Let's stay this way a bit longer, please. It's quite satisfying... and your apology's accepted."

"Yeah, okay. I feel the satisfaction, too," Whitney replied gracefully. "Again, I'm really sorry about that."