VIC'S POV
I woke up the next morning in my bed with a massive migraine. I opened my eyes for only a second, but then shut them because of how bright the light was. I heard someone coming up the stairs; their slight footsteps sounded like a thousand drums.
"Good morning, sleepy head!" Mike yelled as he burst in the room.
"Hi...oh god...what the fuck happened last night?" I sat up and tried to look at Mike, but the light coming from the windows was making it hard to see. "Can you close my curtains?"
"Yeah, sure," Mike went over to the window and shut the curtains, and finally I was able to look at him. "Dude, you were so drunk last night. We found you passed out in that little room in the back of the bar, we kind of just left you there for a little bit. You came out like an hour later, stumbling over yourself and what not. How much did you have to drink?"
"I barely even drank one Jack, and can you stop yelling? You're making my migrane worse."
"I'm not even yelling, but whatever," Mike walked over and sat at the foot of the bed. "So apparently you fucked Melissa last night."
"What? No way." There was no way I fucked Melissa, I would never have sex with her.
"Yeah dude. Melissa came out of that little room you were in and screamed it to everyone. I didn't believe her at first, no one did. She just likes to talk shit."
And then suddenly I remembered everything that happened last night. I remembered that I went into that room by myself. Melissa came in shortly after, and I ended up fucking her. Immediately I felt so ashamed of myself, regretting everything. I felt like I practically cheated on Lindsay, even though we weren't even together. I needed to talk to Lindsay right away. She needed to know what happened, it was only fair.
"Yeah, dude. She's just a slut. You think you could leave me alone for a bit? I just need to wake up."
"Yeah, sure."
"Thanks, man. I'll be downstairs in a little bit."
"Alright, see you soon." Mike left and went back downstairs. I grabbed my phone and looked to see if I had any texts. I saw that I had avoice mailfrom Lindsay, and decided to listen to it before I called her.
"Hey, it's Lindsay. I got your message, I'm sorry I missed your call. Thank you for checking up on me. I need to talk to you...I miss you so much. Call me as soon as you get this, okay? I need to hear your voice. I'll hopefully talk to you soon. Bye."
As soon as the message was over, I wanted to cry. I was so disappointed in myself for doing that to Lindsay, I practically betrayed her. And if I didn't tell her what happened, I would be betraying her even more, I would be hurting her in the worst way possible, and I couldn't do that to her. I looked up her number in my contacts and called her. It only rang once before she answered.
"Hey you! I've been waiting for you to call me all night!"
"Really? I'm sorry, I was out with the boys last night."
"Oh, sweet! D'you guys have fun?"
"Uh, well, I should probably tell you what happened." Instantly my nerves started kicking in as the moment of truth came closer.
"Wait, was it something bad? Did you get into a fight? Are you okay?!" Motherly concern struck in her voice, showing how much she cared for me. I suddenly felt worse than I did before, because I knew she would hate me once I told her what happened.
"No no no, nothing like that. I'm fine, I just have a massive headache."
"So, you got drunk?"
"Yeah, but there's...more to the story."
