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27, Brianna

I wake up with light beaming on my face. I groan and tilt my head away. I feel hot. I also feel sick. My face hurts really bad. I squint my eyes and see Shawn underneath me.

Oh my god.

I got into a fight with Maria, I came up here, he gave me clothes, we kissed, we fell asleep.

Oh my god did we? Oh my FUCKING GOD!

I slowly move my hand down to see if I have pants on.

Yes.

Do I have panties?

Yes.

I sigh in relief and examine Shawn's upper half and look at Shawn's face and he looks so peaceful. His lips are parted in a way where he looks like he's pouting. Although his face is in a frown, he looks zen. His hand is in my hair and the other is interlaced with mine. He pulls me closer to him and I silently squeal with anxiety. He sighs... Or yawns, I don't know.

"Morning." He says.

"Goodmorning." I groan. My head is spinning and my stomach kind of hurts.

"How are you feeling?" He asks, raking his fingers through my hair, sending goosebumps down my neck.

"Not so great," I whine and he laughs.

"Well, I think you may have drank a little too much last night." He teases. His hand goes up to my face and he puts his finger on my aching cheek, I wince. I sit up slowly, he removes his hand, "damn, it looks pretty bad." He frowns and sits up onto the headboard.

"Like, on a scale of one to ten in bruising, how bad?" I ask, smiling slightly. He chuckles and examines it.

"I would say an 8." He grimaces as he touches it again. I wince again and he bites his lip.

"Sorry." He whispers and I nod, "well, there's no cuts or anything. Pull down the collar of your shirt." He demands, I hide my annoyance and pull down the collar of his hoodie, removing my hand from his. He looks at the scratch and nods, "that looks good, it should be healed within like a few days." He shrugs and I let go of the collar. Shawn looks at my cheek again and sighs, "does it hurt?" He asks and I nod.

"Yeah, I kind of forgot about it though." I frown slightly and he lays his head back.

I begin to realize exactly where I am. My legs are on either side of his body and I rub my face.

Oh my god. I'm straddling him.

My cheeks go hot red and I roll off of his lap onto the other side of the bed.

"Sorry," I say, covering my face with embarrassment. He chuckles and stands up to stretch.

"Nothing to be sorry for. Plus, I didn't mind you being on top of me." He winks and my cheeks go even redder.

"What time is it?" I change the subject, moving my hands off my face.

"Like, 9." He says and I groan and go under the covers, "I'll be right back." I stick my hand out from the blankets and hear the door open and close.

That did not just happen. Oh my god. Dude. Where's Brooklyn?? Does she know I'm here? Is she okay? Where's Maria? Does SHE know I'm here? If so, I'm fucked. I shouldn't be here. I need to stop coming to these stupid fucking parties.

I sit up again and look for my phone. I notice it on the tables nightstand. I reach over and grab it.

Why's it so bright in here?

I pull the curtain over the windows, making the room go slightly darker. I grab my phone, it's cold. I turn it on, it's on 10 percent.

Thank God.