Wanting You

6| babe

What the hell happened last night? 

I try to lift my head but I instantly put it back down once I feel my head throbbing. I say I don't want to get sloppy drunk and yet here I am. This is why I prefer to stay at home. Flashes of my memory come back in bits and pieces. The last thing I remember vividly before everything goes black is Jen's words to me in the bathroom.

"So Carter James huh. I'd be careful if I were you." She had said to me not giving me a chance to ask what she meant. I had been overanalyzing what she had said but once I started drinking I forgot.

I rest my hand over my pounding head. I roll off my bed feeling the carpeted flooring against my feet before putting on my slippers. I'm still in my bodysuit and jeans. A gust of wind brushes past my skin as I open the door. I walk past Tate sleeping on the couch in the common room. Feeling dirty I walk into the bathroom flicking the switch on. I'm greeted with the horrifying reflection of myself. My red lipstick smeared around the rim of my lips. Mascara and eyeliner smeared underneath and above my eyes. After successfully removing all remnants of my makeup from last night I strip off my clothes. I get into the shower letting the hot water pelt my back.

As the steam fills up my lungs I try to let the memories of last night come back to me. I don't try to force it because the more I try to remember the more it gets pushed to the back of my mind. After, a few minutes of relaxing underneath the water flashes of talking to Carter come back to me. God, I hope I didn't tell him anything embarrassing. Dancing with Tate and seeing Jen showing PDA with some frat boy comes back. Focusing my eyes on the white tiled wall I'm reminded of how I felt safe around Carter. The wave of invitation that washed over me while I was with him. I felt at ease with him. I felt relaxed, something I haven't felt in a while. 

I stay in the shower for a little longer after doing my whole routine. I put on my robe and wrap my hair in my towel. Passing Tate once again still knocked out on the couch I walk in my room closing the behind me gently. I unplug my phone on my nightstand I don't remember plugging my phone in. I see a text from an unknown number. I hope I didn't give my number to some creep last night.

Unknown: Just checking if u r in ur dorm rn and not some random park.

Me: Who is this?

Unknown: Me babe ;)

Glimpses of a conversation I had with Carter last night comes back. I told him something about calling people babe. Another memory comes to my mind, I told him I thought he was an asshole. Shit.

Unknown: Lol jk it's me Carter. U r very funny btw.

Me: How'd you get my number and I said I didn't wanna get sloppy drunk and here I am not being able to remember last night.

Unknown: Here's a quick recap I stayed with you last night so u could drink without being paranoid and then we hung out and then I took u home. I asked Tate to give me ur number before she went off with that girl.

Me: Well thanks for last night and the ride.

Unknown: Yep no problem.

I change the unknown name to Carter before putting my phone down and walk to my closet. I stand on my tippy toes reaching for my fuzzy pajama pants and then my Yale shirt. After slipping them on I debate ordering some food for Tate and I or going back to bed. I decide to sit in bed for a few more minutes before ordering food. Scrolling through my Instagram feed my phone starts vibrating and Raya's name pops up. I press the green button answering her facetime call. My screen shows Raya's bed head as she's lying down on her bed.