I opened my eyes to the blinding morning sun, which caused me to instantaneously close them again. I heard the bird's chirping outside, making my ears ring. It seemed deafening at this time of day. I suddenly became too lazy to open my eyes again, and instead I lay in bed, eyes closed, trying to recall what had happened last night. The only thing that I seemed to get a clear image of was me getting ready to go to Adrian's party. I didn't really know the guy, but my best friend, Troy, was good friends with him, so I decided to tag along. As I tried scooping into my thoughts and memories, the taste of vodka burned my throat. I had been drinking.

I got the energy to roll out of bed and get in the shower. I felt so dirty and sweaty. As I sat up, I saw a frame with a Wildcat basketball shirt it on the wall. Still a bit dazed from the night before, my thoughts tried to process the fact that wasn't in my room. It looked familiar. My thoughts were still trying to put together the puzzles pieces, and when it finally did, I knew where I was. It was Troy's room.

My initial thought was that I had gotten so smashed the night before, and I didn't have the ability to drive myself home. Knowing the type of guy Troy was, he would've offered me his bed. When I tried to roll over and get to the other side of the bed, I felt Troy's body. I sighed, a little irritated, but thankful that Troy let me stay the night. If my parents would've found out that I was drinking, they'd probably kick my ass. They didn't understand that sometimes their "perfect" daughter needs to let loose and have fun. They were strict about this kind of stuff. It was suffocating to my soul. At the thought of my parents, I remembered that they weren't aware that I was out. I looked at Troy's clock. It read 7:15AM. Shit!

On the third attempt of trying to wake up and get ready, my lazy ass finally did. But when I pulled off the blanket, my entire body felt cold. I looked down, and saw that everything was out. My boobs, my nipples, everything. I quickly got under the covers, panic running through my body. I had no recollection of me ever taking off my clothes last night. I decided to look under the covers to see if Troy was fully clothed. When I lifted up the blanket, all I could see was his nude body. I was all of a sudden able to process everything. I looked at the floor, and our clothes were sprawled all over.

"OH MY GOD!" I woke Troy up with my scream. He looked terrified.

"W-what, what's wrong?!"

"Look the other way."

"Wh-," I cut him off before he could say anything else.

"Just look the other way!"

"Okay, calm down."

I made a run for my clothes, playing hide-and-seek with them. I was almost sprinting across the room, and when I finally clothed myself, I heard Troy mumble.

"Oh no," he looked over at me, worried, "Did we…?"

"Hmm, I don't think so Troy. We just laid naked together last night and bonded, like all friends do," the sarcasm in my voice was strong.

"Do you think we at least used protection?"

"I don't fucking know Troy. I don't remember anything. I barely realized where I was a couple of minutes ago."

I was starting to panic. I hadn't even thought about whether or not we had used protection. I put on my shoes, and ran out, without saying goodbye. The only thing I had to worry about was whether or not my parents were going to punch me in the throat when I got home. I got in my car, turned it on, and floored the gas pedal.

When I arrived home, my parents' car was gone. I ran inside, hoping that I still had a chance to sneak under the covers and pretend that I had been there the whole time. As I approached my bedroom door, I saw that my door was open. I gulped and knew that today was about to go a whole lot worse than I thought. As I was praying to every religious figure from every religion in the world, asking if I could please continue to live after my parents arrived, I heard a car doors close. It wasn't any casual closing of the door, like when you're eager to be home, this was a slam. The sound caused me to jump, knowing that anyone who closes a car door like that is clearly pissed and wants the whole world to know. I thought it would be a genius idea to put on pajamas really quick and try to play it off cool as if I was there all night, and that's exactly what I did.

The front door opened, and even though they weren't talking, I knew they were telepathically talking shit about me and telling each other that they have the worst daughter ever. I slowly went down stairs, knowing that I would be greeted by them. I rubbed my eyes, thinking it would make it more believable that I had just woken up at my house, not Troy's. My dad saw me and sped walk over to me, his body language showing the anger.

"Do you mind tell me where you were?" The only other time I had ever heard him this angry was when I got a C- on a test.

"In my room, sleeping," I yawned, trying to make everything more believable.

"Don't fucking play dumb with me. I went in there and you were clearly gone. I called you 10 times and you didn't respond to any!" His voice was getting louder with every word. My mom, although she seemed infuriated, put her hand on my dad's shoulder.

"Honey, we agreed to not go so hard on her."

"What do you mean?! If anything, she deserves an ass whoopin'! Where the hell were you last night? HUH? Where did you spend the night?" I just continued looking at him, thinking of how stupid this pajama idea was.

"Don't just stand there! Answer me!"

"I went to a friend's birthday party. I've just been so stressed at school lately, and life was starting to become boring. I knew you guys wouldn't allow me, so my only other option was sneaking out."

"Parties aren't a stress reliever! There just full of trouble that is waiting to happen? Why don't you go to the congregation? There's a lot of young girl there who are fun. And who aren't idiotic."

"But honestly dad, all they talk about is their favorite drink at Starbucks, and Jesus, and how everyone in our generation is going to hell. What's the fun in that?"

"But are any of them getting blackout drunk? Are any of them out there being little whores and getting pregnant?!" I started remembering what I had found out this morning.

"You'd be surprised," I said under my breath, not realizing that my parent's could hear me.

"What?!"

"Nothing. Okay, I understand that you're mad and everything. I get it. I promise it won't happen again. Just please calm down. You have to realize that everyone makes mistakes. I'm only a teenager, what do you expect? A pure souled Virgin Mary?"

That only caused my dad to get angrier, but luckily my mom dragged him to the other room. I could hear my mom trying to convince him to let it go and that this would be a one time thing. I grabbed an apple from the counter, rinsed it off, and went back upstairs before my dad had the chance to come in and lecture me about how much of a mistake I made. I really wasn't in the mood. As I was walking upstairs, I realized that my dad had cussed a lot.

"He sure does cuss a lot for someone who considers himself a hardcore Christian," I said to myself, chuckled, and proceeded to take a bite from my apple.

I walked into my room and closed the door behind me, which in this house was the universal sign of "Do not disturb". I turned on my T.V whilst taking another bite of my delicious apple. I clicked on the "Guide" button to see what shows were on. I saw that "Teen Mom" was the only thing on this early other than infomercials. I clicked on it, and as soon as I did, there was this girl with a huge baby bump. Again, the incident that happened last night and this morning crept back into my mind. And then Troy's words, "Do you think we at least used protection?" echoed in my head. To make things worse, I received two messages. One from Troy that said "Call me when u can Gabs!". Another one from my boyfriend, Chad, saying "Good morning beautiful :)."