Double Trouble

I wasn't peeking

I wasn't thinking much when about to open the door. My body was still feeling a bit unbalanced and my mind didn't think longer than finding the bathroom. I leaned my weight on to the door and when it opened this exclusive room with marble walls and floors came into view.

Wow.

I started walking into the room, noticing that the sound of running water was louder than before. Without thinking much a moved towards the sound. Maybe someone left the shower on? But as I turned to the left, my whole body froze.

Chase...

...standing completely naked ...

He was going through his hair with both hand, eyes closed, jaw lifted up towards the ceiling, facing me... For a second I thought was about to pass out. Holy ... fricking ... fuck...

Suddenly his eyes met mine.

He jumped and looked completely horrified as turning clumsy and fast around, hiding his ... front.

"What the FUCK?!" he yelled, bringing me back to reality.

My hands went straight to my face, covering my eyes as I turned around too. "Oh my God! I'm so sorry!" I shook my head and felt the need to start pulling my hair out. Yes! What the fuck, Kate?!

"Get out!" he yelled, his voice cracking a little.

What the hell was wrong with me? "Yes. Sorry," I stuttered while running out of the bathroom.

Oh my gosh. Noooo.

I shut close the bathroom door and started running towards the stairs, extreme embarrassment filling my body and with my face feeling hotter than Chases body...

As I got to the stairs, I realized that the last thing I wanted was to have to explain myself to Blake how I just saw his brother naked.

I sat down in the middle of the stairs, trying to process what just had happened. How could I be so stupid? Blaming it on the alcohol felt dumb. I wasn't that drunk. I wasn't drunk at all in fact. Or maybe, a little. Why did I agree to drinking any of Blakes dads stupid wine? How the hell was I supposed to live with myself after tonight. Oh my gosh, what if mom could smell the alcohol when I got home? Did I smell. I started sniffing my shirt. Oh my gosh, I couldn't tell!

And why did I kiss Blake? Oh my gosh, he was probably drunk while kissing me. What if he actually wasn't into me? What if he was regretting it all right here, in this moment? And Chase! Oh my gosh, noooo.

Suddenly I sat there, overthinking every single scenario that had happened that night. Things couldn't possibly get any worse.

I decided that I had to get home. The faster the better. As I stood up and started walking down the stairs, I suddenly felt this weird feeling in my stomach. I wasn't getting sick, was I? No, I couldn't. Didn't have time for that.

As I got to the couch, I was surprised to see Blake asleep. He looked so cute laying there on his side with all messed up hair. Hair that I had messed up for him... Anyways, maybe it was for the best. It wasn't like I was dying to start making up an excuse for leaving so suddenly.

I grabbed my jacket and bag which were laying on the coach next to Blake, and as I was walking towards the door this fluttering feeling in my stomach came back, much stronger than before. I swallowed and tried to ignore it all. But I couldn't.

Oh no.

I searched the room for a trashcan or bowl or anything, but I couldn't find anything near enough.

Omg no, this wasn't happening.

Suddenly my stomach and body decided that it wasn't going to wait for me to find a trashcan anymore. In the very middle between the kitchen and living room I threw up, on the beautiful marble floors.