Chapter 2: Missing page
My head hurts and every other single inch of my body; my legs even seem to feel like they’ve been knocked off. To top it all I felt like a sumo had sit on me.
I knew that I had to wake up. But all I wanted to do was just keep sleeping. I rolled over just a bit, to my surprise I found the floor. It was hard and cold. Not exactly what my body would have wanted. Well what the heck I was awake now.
Well this was nice, a seventeen year old girl still falling off of her bed. I look down at myself to saw that I was wrap-up in a sheet, no bruises. I was wrap-up in a sheet. Oh God I did not. A little peek at the bed told me I did. Great! I had sex with a random stranger I don’t even know. How could I be so stupid! I can’t even criticize Emma now, because at least she knows who she sleeps with.
Part of me is screaming that I should just runaway, get my stuff and pretend that nothing ever happened. The contrary part of me is about to die if I don’t know who the guy is. I surely have all the right to know who I spend the night with.
I took a deep breath trying to calm myself, and taking one step at the time. Since clever me wanted to go with silence, silence decided not to go with me and I stepped on something and fell right on my butt. As if my body didn’t hurt already, dammit luck was not on my side. Right beside me on the floor were two empty bottles of tequila. No wonder I smell so bad.
I got up silently. I would have thought that the noise would wake him up, but no still sleeping. Which is good.
I was right in front of him now. My eyes couldn’t believe what they were seeing, it was Connor. I had sex with him, any girls dream come true and I don’t remember. How cruel is that? Is there no justice in this world? Totally not fair!
“I slept with Connor!” I can’t believe it, this so makes me want to cry. “But I don’t remember it.” I feel like I want to throw myself off a bridge. That’ll make my day.
I started looking for my clothes. I found almost everything except my underwear… I found Connors boxers though… So let me think. Yeah! Those should do. I got dressed and out of the room in less than ten minutes.
I have to say the twins house is beautiful either clean or messy, like it was now. Total disaster, there were people past out in the floor, outside was even worse. There was garbage everywhere; the pool was the only thing that remained.
I tried to look for Emma but it was a complete waste of time. Emma was probably sleeping with Luigi, so I figure not to ruin her moment and just meet her at her house. I got some thinking to do of my own.
I got to Emma’s really quick. To my surprise Emma was already there, which was weird. Because I thought she would still be at the mansion. Emma didn’t even let me knock at the door, it was as if she was already there waiting for me. She grabbed my hand and led the way to her room almost running. She sat on her bed, her eyes bright with emotion. Even her curly brown hair seemed to be exited.
“So” she said smiling at me.
“So” I don’t get where she’s going. She raised her eyebrows, like I was missing something. Oh now I get it.
“How it go with Luigi?” Emma’s spirits suddenly went down. Ok. I guess it didn’t go that well. I bet he probably acted like a jerk or something. “What did he do?” Now Emma started laughing, it made me laugh too.
“The real question is what he didn’t do.” She said disappointed and kind of mad. “Gabe, he fell asleep. Can you believe it? Sleeping before sex.” She was laughing. “All those years of wasted dreaming for nothing.”
“I told you not to go with him.”
“I know, but he was drunk, not that much by the way. I was drunker than him.” She said it proudly.”
“What am I going to do with you?”
“Love me. Like always.”
“Don’t I always?”
“Yeah… About last night, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let you alone.”
“Don’t worry. I had a nice time.” And just like that her eyes brighten again.
“You weren’t home last night.”
“That’s not a question”
“You’re not going to tell me?”
“Em, I got drunk.”
“For real”
“Yeah”
“That’s new. No guy took advantage of the situation?” I couldn’t hide anything from her, but I should.
“Maybe” Em seemed happy by my response. She straightened up a bit and looked really anxious.
“Was he cute?” It was Connor, Connor, and Connor, total hotness.
“Yes” I responded trying my best to sound calm and failing.
“Did you… You know?”
“I did” She opened her eyes really wide and started screaming like crazy.
“Oh my God! Who is he? You have to tell me everything.” This was the part I didn’t want to talk.
“Em I can’t”
“Why not?” She demanded me.
“Because I don’t remember.” Emma looked really confused. I feel awful not telling Emma that I slept with Connor the guy of my dreams, but lets face it If I didn’t remember, Why should he?
What happened last night was a blank page to me. A page that nobody bothered to find. Something maybe I shouldn’t remember and that should have not happened. Maybe it was better for me to forget and not tell Emma anything at all.
