Dares

Just Let It Go

Bailey's POV:

I wake up to my alarm and my head is killing me. I groan in pain and I hear a giggle from under me.

"What happened last night?" I groan.

"I dunno must've been a good one if we can't remember," Ash laughs.

"Oh shit!" I sit up with realization.

"What?"

"Did we use a condom?" I say.

"Baby we're both fully clothed, I think we didn't have sex   if we did, then we would be naked," Ashton points out.

"Oh right," I say, climbing off Ashton.

"What are you doing," he groans.

"We can't skip school," I huff, barging into Michael's room, he isn't in there, so I grab a pair of his black skinny jeans and wander around the house, I find Michael asleep on the counter. I take in a deep breath and look around the living room, its a mess, people are passed out everywhere.

"EVERYONE OUT!" I yell, before hardcore cringing at my own pounding head as people roll over groaning. I begin walking behind everyone, kicking them if they don't get up, soon everyone is gone.

I shove Mike off the counter and go through his drawers, trying to find scissors and pain killer, when I find it, I down four painkillers and toss a few to Mike who just got up.

"Are those my jeans?" He mumbles.

"Yeah," I shrug as I begin to cut them.

"Woah Woah what are you doing?" He waves his arms in the air. We both cringe at his loud voice.

"Pa-leez, you have like ten pairs," I scoff, struggling to get the scissors through.

Michael shakes his head and wanders upstairs, I finish cutting them and run into his room, where he is lazily looking through his clothes. I grab his only all-white shirt and grab another pair of jeans and a random shirt.

I run into the room where Ash and I slept and throw him the clothes, he puts his arm out as the hit the floor, rubbing his eyes.

I roll my eyes, putting on my homemade shorts and Michaels white top, I French tuck it and look in the mirror. I pull my hair up into a bun and steal Ashton's extra bandana from his pocket and put it on.

I go into the bathroom and splash cold water on my face and walk into Michael's room. "Does you're mum have any makeup?" I question. He waves at me as he yawns and staggers out.

He comes back and throws me a blue bag mumbling, "I dunno what's in there or how to use that shit."

I nod and go into his bathroom, praying the concealer she has matched, it's only a little too pale, so I use it and blend the best I can, I put on mascara and give the bag back to Michael.

"You still look like shit," he scoffs.

"You look worse."

"Touché."

"I expect you to be at school Michael," I scold.

"Yeah yeah whatever mum," he waves me off. I roll my eyes and go downstairs where Ashton is.

"Let's go," I say as my phone rings.

"Bailey you owe me, I told mum you stayed at Faith's again," Luke's voice rings through the phone.

"Thanks," I nod, wanting his loud voice to stop making my head pound harder.

"Alrighty," he sighs before hanging up. I climb into my car and press myself back against the seat.