Panic in My Heart

Chapter 3

The next morning I woke up with a massive headache. I lifted my hand to my head and covered my eyes. What kind of curse is this? I thought to my self. I then came to realization that I vaguely remembered the night before. I turned over hoping to ask Emmie what happened. But as soon as I turned over I realized that it was NOT Emmie who was laying next to me. I kind of gasped. And then I realized that I had on only a tshirt and my underwear.... What in the hell? I thought to myself. Laying next to me was Ashton. I thought back to last night. All I remember was drinking daiquiris with Ashton and hushed giggles and a lot of stumbling while clumsily "tip-toeing" past the rest of the band members and Emmie. The rest after that was all a blur. I guess I blacked out... I woke Ashton in a frantic way. He rolled over sleepily, "what the hell Erica? What's wrong?" He said curiously. "WHAT IN THE HELL HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?!?!" I asked him in a panicked tone. "Nothing. I mean you got a little drunk after you drank those daiquiris." He answered in a kind manner. "We didn't..." I paused looking horrified. "No no no no no no." He said quickly. "Don't worry I wouldn't take advantage of you like that. You obviously weren't in your right mind." He answered in a comforting tone. "Thank God." I said under my breath. But, Ashton heard me. "What?" He said giggling. "I mean this isn't my ideal way to lose my virginity" I said back to him. "Wait... YOU are a VIRGIN?" He said kind of surprised. I looked at him kind of hurt.. "Well yeah... Do I not look like one?" I said looking down at my hands trying to hide my tears. That was my biggest fear.. People assuming that I was a no good bad girl who slept with every guy I met. So I always get upset when people assume that I'm a "slut" or a "whore". "No! You're just so pretty. Most pretty girls have slept with at least one guy." He said trying to explain but just digging himself deeper. I looked at him disgusted.. "Wow so every pretty girl is ruled a slut? Good to know...." I finished getting up off the bed and slipping my pants on. I stomped out of the room into the living room to find no one there. Ashton ran in after me. "That's not what I meant. I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry. I don't rule all pretty girls as sluts. I don't know why I said that... I was being dumb" he said frantically. I turned to face him, "well you should've thought of that before you opened your dumb mouth!" I unexpectedly yelled in a harsh tone. About that time, Emmie and the boys walked in the front door. They looked back and forth between me and Ashton. "So um.. What did we miss?" Emmie said. "Ummm Erica," Luke said. I looked at him with a mean look that I didn't plan. "What?" I said back. "Is that Ashton's favorite shirt?" He finished and then looked at Ashton, "the one I have asked you multiple times to wear... The one I offered to pay twenty bucks to wear?" He looked a little angry.. I answered quickly because I saw Ashton freak a little, "uh yeah.." I said while tugging at the hem. "I uh.." I paused searching for words to say, "I uh grabbed the first shirt I could find..." I finished. "Oh. Okay I was about to hurt Ashton if he let you wear it but not me" Luke replied cooly. I looked at Ashton thinking back to last night. I don't even remember getting this shirt.... Maybe he put it on me because I was drunk and helpless. I thought to myself. I snapped out of my thoughts as soon as Emmie said, "so.. What happened with you two last night?" I then realized that the boys had went to the kitchen and it was just me and Emmie in the living room. "I don't know... I remember drinking strawberry daiquiris and trying to sneak past you guys sleeping while giggling and stumbling and then I blacked out. He said we didn't do anything. But I woke up this morning in my underwear and his tshirt. But I don't remember anything really." I said filling her in. "Well I don't think he'd take advantage of you like that. This morning when we checked on you guys y'all were cuddled up together." Emmie told me. "Where did you guys go anyways?" I questioned. "Oh! We went to go get some breakfast. I made them try Hardee's biscuits. They fell in love. And I got you a gravy and biscuit combo. With coke to drink. Just what you love!" She said in an overly happy tone. I giggled at her excitement and said, "thank you! You know me too well!" While smiling at her. After all, she is my best friend, so she should know my favorite foods and meals at certain places. And we knew each other extremely well.
"Alright," Emmie said, "let's get back to the boys before they eat your food as well as mine and their own." She giggled. I agreed and we headed to the kitchen to enjoy our breakfast with one of the most famous rising band in the world.