It All Started With A One Night Stand

Waking Up

Alyssa's POV:
I hear my phone alarm ringing. I could tell it was my alarm because it was so loud that it could wake up an entire house, and it definitely does. If I wasn't living with my best friends I will be definitely be on the street right now because of this stupid alarm.

I rub my arm on my surroundings trying to find my phone but I have no luck! It usually isn't this hard to find my phone! As I brushed my arm along I touch something, that definitely isn't my phone. It is way to muscular and breathing for it to be my phone.

OMG I am in bed with someone.

You know Alyssa this does not necessarily mean what you think it does, there could be several reasons why you are in bed with a stranger.

Buzz, I hear being reminded that my phone alarm is still blaring. I look for my phone and scan my eyes around my surroundings, this definitely isn't my room. I look toward the counter beside me and see two wine cups and look toward the floor to see clothes thrown everywhere. I see my favourite red pumps on the ground, right beside my dress and my cut off shorts. I also see his clothes thrown in beside it.

I cannot believe this. I have always done everything right. I always followed the rules and focused on my future and the plans I've created for myself. I've missed out on going to parties and spending time with friends, so that I could have outstanding marks and be the person I wanted to be, be different than my mom. And now this happens.

The best outcome is that I lost my virginity to a guy who doesn't care about me and to a guy who won't remember what happened. I have always cared about my virginity and wanted to lose it to someone that I loved and someone who I could wake up with and look at and smile. I wanted to have known him for what feels like forever and be with him for the rest of my life. I didn't want this, to be sneaking out of his bed in the morning, making sure not to wake him up. But I guess we don't always get what we want.

The worst outcome is that this ruins my life and I get pregnant with a baby of a guy who will be able to continue his life like nothing happened while I have to pick up the pieces and try to make something of myself. But this is not a time for a pity party, first I need to get my clothes on and do my oh so lovely walk of shame and then I can go home and cry while eating ice cream on the bathroom floor.

I turn around to see my sex partners sleeping body and see the brown hair covering his eyes. His hair reminds me of the main reason for all of my problems. Nathan Reid.

He forced me to come to the party last night. It's interesting to think about the fact that he was the one who made me come. He is the most popular guy in school and the quarterback of the football team, while I am just a low level journalist who writes for his team and take pictures of his amazing life. But right now I can't think about him, I have to leave this room first and than I can make sure I never see him or the guy in this bed ever again.

I swing my legs off the side of the bed and stepped down. As soon as I stepped down I felt a sticky slippery plastic on my foot. I looked down to see that it was a used condom. At least we were safe I guess.

I try to get it off my foot with the grace of an elephant and ended up losing my balance. I try to grab on to the nearest thing but ended up falling anyways with the bed sheets falling off on top of me. I turned quick to be back to see his back going up and down. I hear him stop snoring and was worried that he was going to wake up, but then he started snoring again. Great! I only need 1 embarrassing thing to happen today!

I pulled the condom off of my foot and threw it as far away from me as possible. I got up and walked to my clothes. I picked up my jeans short and turned off my alarm clock. Thank god for this phone! I usually hate it but right now it was the one thing that saved me from waking up with the guy in the bed and was the one thing that saved me from losing all of my pride and self-esteem.

I put my bra, underwear, jeans shorts and dress on. Yes I wear jean shorts under my dress but that was so that I would be safe. It would be harder for me to get naked. I was thinking that if I ever got into a situation where I was going to have sex, the jeans will stop me and remind me that I've got more to live for than just some meaningless sex. I thought they would protect me, who was I kidding.

I picked up my shoes and tiptoed to the door. I put my hand on the door knob and was just about to turn it, when I heard

"Where are you going?"