As I am quickly trying to make my way down the stairs tears are rushing down my face. This is so embarrassing, but I am traumatized after what just happened. That was absolutely disgusting, having another guy's lips on mine. Even if it was only for a second. It was gross and uncomfortable, and I feel so violated. Liam is going to K I L L me. Wait that is an understatement, he to murder me and then throw my body into a ravine. How could I let this happen? I should have never even went to this stupid party in the first place, and then I wouldn't be in this situation. Where is Megan? I am still so wasted. I want to go home. I feel someone tap me on my shoulder!
"There you are!" I yell, and cry into her arms.
"What happened?" She yells back at me
"I went upstairs to try and lie down because I wasn't feeling well, and then out of nowhere some rando guy decided to kiss me!" - E
"What did you do?" - M
"I slapped him..." Megan is laughing now.
"This isn't funny, imagine what Liam is going to do when he finds out." - E
"Well are you gonna tell him?" - M
"Yeah, of cou..." before I could finish my sentence I throw up...everywhere
"Clean up on aisle 12!" Megan screams and escorts me outside.
*The Next Morning*
Where am I? It takes me a few seconds to realize that I'm at the apartment. Thank god. I'm wearing soffee shorts, and a t-shirt. It's 12 PM. My head is pounding. Ugh I don't want to get out of bed today, but I'm gonna have to, I think to myself while pulling my pillow to my face and grunting. What day is it? I reach over to the nightstand to grab my phone where it always is, and it isn't there...shit. Megan must have taken it and texted Liam. The memories of last night flood my brain. Oh my god Liam. I kissed someone last night. What if she already told him? I have to find my phone he is probably freaking out. Here I am going crazy looking for my phone well Meg is fast asleep in the guest room, she must have taken me home last night after I puked and slept over. Oh right I puked last night. Wonderful. Now where did she put my phone...there it is! I rush to the coffee table in the living room almost stepping on Simon in the process. Wow no missed texts or calls, that's surprising? Uh oh it looks like Megan was texting him last night.
*Hey it's Megan your girlfriend is passed out, I'm taking her home. No need to worry.*
*Is she okay?!?!?!?!?!?!*
*Yes she just had a little too much to drink.*
*Oh well take good care of her and tell her I love her ok?*
*Will do*
Aww he's so cute. God I feel so guilty about last night. I am such a terrible person. How am I going to tell him? I can't over text, and there is no way I'm going to skype or facetime him...I'm gonna have to call him.
*Hi baby I just woke up, rough night last night, your probably sleeping, but call me when you wake up I have something to tell you xx*