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☾ “Cuz I'm in love, with a boy like you

I hope you feel it too. I hope you feel it too and remember to

Breathe in breathe out

Breathe in breathe out

Breathe in breathe out

Like you used to“☽

-Thelma Plum, Breathe In, Breathe Out ☽

 

Jude wakes up on Sunday later that week, wearing nothing but a black bra and a pair of ripped leggings. Slowly pulling herself up on her bed, she clutches her throbbing head and moans. Something shifts to her right and grumbles, pulling the covers over it’s-no, his head.

 

Looking over, she sees a mop of blonde frizzy hair and a bare back, rising up and down, steadily breathing.

 

Please tell me I didn’t sleep with him. Please oh please tell me that nothing happened...I’m so sorry, Adam.

 

Like jagged pieces of a puzzle, Jude’s mind put together what she remembered from the night before. They played through her mind like a slide show, snapshots of what felt like distant memories.

 

Perfume that smells like it would be worn by a hooker.

 

A rolled up joint being passed around.

 

Sweaty, dancing bodies.

 

The burning feeling of alcohol sliding down her throat.

 

A pair of blue eyes.

 

An extended hand.

 

More alcohol.

 

Creaking stairs.

 

Clothes flying, so many clothes.

 

Suddenly, so vividly in her mind, she see’s herself undressing the boy, as if she were hungry. She watched herself rip off his pants and peel down his underwear.

 

Like a power outage, her mind when black, the unfinished memory was being sucked back into her brain. Jude desperately tried to remember what happened after.

 

“Hey,” A deep gravelly voice cut through and slashed the thought right out of her head,”I don’t exactly know what happened last night, but it would be nice if you kept quiet about it.”

Jude pulled her blankets up, covering her bare chest.

“Ok.”

“Thanks, I don’t need my girlfriend finding out.”