Royally Falling

~ 10 ~

"Oh, I still wanna be your favorite boy
I wanna be the one that makes your day
The one you think about as you lie awake
And I can't wait to be your number, your number one
I'll be your biggest fan and you'll be mine
But I still wanna break your heart and make you cry"
Best Friend - Rex Orange County

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The next morning, I awake with a throbbing headache. I sit up in bed and check the time on my alarm clock. It's 10:17. I've been out cold for at least nine hours. Rubbing my eyes, the events of last night come rushing back to me

Kaden seeing Xander's text.

Dancing with Kaden.

Making out with Kaden.

Calling Kaden pretty.

Fuck.

I'm in some deep shit.

Groaning, I fall back on my bed and band my head into my pillow. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I just want to hide from the world in a corner, curled up with a blanket. It sounds more appealing than facing Kaden and telling him it can never happen again.

What the fuck was I thinking? Clearly, I make terrible decisions when I'm intoxicated.

That's it, I am swearing off all alcohol.

Okay, well maybe just if I'm around Kaden.

After wallowing in my embarrassment for way too long, I get out of bed in search of some aspirin for my headache.

I sleepily stumble into the kitchen, with my head hurting like a bitch.

"Good morning!" Blair says way too chirpily.

"Nngh," I groan, rubbing my eyes again. "Where's the aspirin? I have a terrible headache."

"Here," Blair passes me the pill bottle. She fills up a glass of water from the fridge and slides it over to me.

I sit down on a barstool and pop a pill in my mouth. I reach for my water and take a sip.

"So what happened last night between you and Kaden?"

"Um. Yeah, so about that," I say slowly, looking anywhere but Blair.

She raises her eyebrows, motioning for me to continue.

"We kissed," I mumble into my glass.

"You kissed?!" She shouts.

"Ow, a little quieter please?" My head is throbbing.

"Sorry. You kissed?!" She whisper-yells.

"More like made out," I mumble.

"What happened to not leading him on?" She questions.

"My stupid drunk brain thought it would be okay," I groan. "I obviously did not think it through. I feel horrible about it now."

"He was drunk too, right? Maybe he won't remember?" She suggests, trying to cheer me up.

"I hope so, but it's unlikely. He wasn't as out of it as I was."

"So how was the kiss?" She asks, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Earth-shattering," I sigh, recalling how skilled he is at kissing "It just makes the situation so much worse."

"So what are you going to do about it?" She inquires, leaning forward to rest her elbows on the island.