Jackie Jones and the Boys Next Door(COMPLETE)

Chapter 12: Just Breathe

In the morning when the bright early desert sun is creeping through the guest bedroom I feel a world of regret. I kissed Tosh last night. My first kiss, I was drunk and it was with somebody I know I could never be with. I'm a mess. I look over and see a sleeping Jonas. Jonas saw me kiss Tosh, most likely in the rear view mirror which means Cheryl probably saw, which means everyone knows. I get on Instagram and sure enough there are videos of my muff diving keg stand all over my news feed. Not to mention still shots. Oh, I want to die a very quick death. The hash tag#lastweeksvagina is all over my news feed.

Is my ass really that big?

My boobs are almost completely out of my neckline when I'm upside down in the pictures. It's pretty much my worst night mare. I start to read the comments. Tristan made two comments, one about my ass being "Sweet" and the other about my tits spilling onto the keg itself. "Her boobs pumped the beer on their own."

He's a jackass. I put my phone down and close my eyes to fend off the tears burning the backs of my eyes and my throat. I'm a big loser who showed the whole school her vintage underwear. It's just that I think I might be Garfield. I like food and sleeping. I dislike Mondays and people. We're kindered spirits.

"Is it everywhere?"  I turn and look at Jonas as he does his waking up stretches.

"Well you and I didn't post it....so it's not everywhere." I say with a broken heart.

"They were cute underwear....no poop skids....I think we can chalk this up to a good learning experience." He teases, making light of the situation.

"What is the learning experience?" I ask amused. His eyes are already lit up and it's so early. In this light they are more green but the prism of colors closer to his pupil are a dull yellow. Like a cat. Hypnotic.

"I have to tell you what the lesson is?" He muses with a small giggle and I nod my head that he does."You need to wear the right days of the week underwear from now on."

I cover my embarrassed face with my hands. "Monday will suck. Hash tag last weeks vagina is everywhere.My vagina has it's very own hash tag."

I feel him sit up and hover my face. "It will be fine." He wipes a tear off my cheek gently with his thumb. "It will all blow over."

I hope he's right. I can just imagine Tristan is going to be the biggest pig ever on Monday. I need to put it out of my mind for now.

"What happened to Cheryl?" I pull the blankets up higher over my arms. I'd like to cocoon myself in this blanket and room for eternity.

He shrugs. "I texted her when we got back here that I had to get you home and she'd need to find a ride."

"Really? Was she mad?" I ask with saucer eyes.

"Oh....for sure. She hates the both of us." He chuckles. "Want to see her text?"

Oh god no.

"I'm so sorry." I pull the covers over my head. "Although, had you not made me go upside down, I'd still be playing beer pong with Tosh and his unzipped fly."

I pull the covers down to see his twinkly eyes and gorgeous smile staring down at me adoringly.

"Tosh partied pretty hard after you left and then barfed in the pool before skinny dipping in the hot tub with Lauren and Cheryl." Jonas says and I pop my eyes.

"Are you mad?" I ask bewildered. "How do you know?"

"He called me at four in the morning and told me about it. Nothing happened. He feels guilty." He shrugs and I can't read his expression.