"I love your face
Just get away
I'm on my knees
Fuck you
Fuck me"
When the memories of the night before flooded my mind, I jumped up immediately. The world spun around me and I felt like I was going to throw up. I sunk to my knees and began shaking Six's bare shoulder. He moaned quietly and turned his head to the other side.
"Six," I hissed, "Six! Wake up!"
"Ugh loud!" he groaned, covering his ears. I had to agreed, even my own voice seemed loud.
"Wake up!" I said a little quieter this time.
"Mmmm what?" he asked groggily, turning to look at me and opening his eyes. At first he just looked at me for a second, looking barely awake, until everything must of snapped into focus for him. Because he suddenly flinched back, looking shocked.
He looked around the room, at me, at himself. "Oh God," he said, "Please tell me we didn't . . ."
"Didn't have sex you mean?" I retorted, my voice shaking, "Well it sure looks like it!"
"Oh fuck," he said, sitting up and knotting his fingers into his hair, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."
"What should we do?" I asked nervously, horribly worried.
He looked up at me. "Well, first of all we should put some clothes on," he said, "Because I can not focus with a naked chick in front of me."
"Okay," I agreed, near the point of a major panic attack.
Awkwardly, we both got up and got dressed. Facing away from each other, I shimmied on my panties and put my corset around me. I tried to lace it up but my fingers were shaking so badly. I turned around to see that Six already had his jeans on.
"Uh, Six?" I asked, "Could you uh, help me?" He turned around and then immediately flung his head back so that he was staring at the ceiling.
"Six, we had sex, I think it's all right for you to see me shirtless," I said, laughing shakily.
"It would if I had a better memory of us having sex," he corrected, approaching me, still staring at the ceiling, "But seeing that I don't . . . I don't think it is."
He stood in front of me and finally had to look at me. He helped me lace up my corset, still politely trying to advert his eyes. I appreciated it; seeing as all I really had on was my panties.
"This is unbelievably awkward," I pointed out as he backed away and picked his shirt up off the floor.
"You're telling me," he muttered as he shrugged his shirt on. I found my leather skirt and shimmied it on and then pulled on my garters. I picked my bracelets off the floor too and put them on. I put my heels on and turned around to face Six, swaying slightly.
He was fully dressed and sitting cross-legged on the floor with his head in his hands. Unsteadily, I wobbled over to where he sat and plopped down next to him.
"You okay?" I asked.
He looked up at me, his expression screaming that he felt guilty. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," he muttered dismissively, "Just the hangover."
"So what should we do?" I asked.
"Well . . . First things first I think we should panic," he said, "Considering we didn't use a condom."
"Okay, I'm panicking, what next?" I asked, trying to make a joke but not exactly succeeding. He was serious about panicking.
"As far as STD's go, I think we're okay," he continued, "I've only ever had sex with Violet whose only ever had sex with me. And you are - well were - a virgin so . . . So that's good . . ."
"Except that I could get pregnant," I reminded him, trying to stay calm.
"Except that," he agreed, "Now what to do about that . . . what to do . . ." He began to mumble to himself unintelligibly, his fingers tangled in his dark hair. His bloodshot eyes darted around the room anxiously. I watched him for a minute before looking away. I massaged my temple, wishing my massive headache would go away. That this whole horrible mess would go away.
"Okay I got it," he said, "I forgot about Plan B."
"Plan B?" I asked, my hangover contributing to my stupidity on that one.
"You know, the morning after pill?"
"Oh . . . oh," I said, "But where would I get that?"
"Free clinic?" he suggested.
"The closest town is two hours away," I reminded him, "Plus, all the cars are booked solid on the weekends. I won't be able to get one out 'til Monday afternoon."
"Well . . . it's Saturday . . . That's like three days," he said, "Don't you have like five days before it wouldn't work anymore?"
"Yeah but everyday it becomes less likely to work," I said.
"Well . . .on Monday you can take it . . . And if it doesn't work then we'll move on from there."
"Okay . . ." I said.
"You want me to come with you?" he asked.
"No . . . it's fine. Rain can go with me," I assured him.
"Ugh Scar?" he said, "I really don't want anybody else to know about this . . ."
"Do you think I do? People will think I'm a ho. And I get that you don't want Violet finding out . . . But I have to tell Rain. I'd explode if I didn't have a girl to talk about this with," I explained, "Besides, she won't tell anyone."
"Okay . . . but keep it on the DL, okay?" he asked.
"All right . . . But I think I need to go vomit now," I said, scrambling to my feet and throwing the door open and running out. Inside the main room, where the party had taken place, there was major wreckage. Plastic cups and bottles littered the floor, along with people. People were passed out on the floor, on the stairs, against the wall. A few people looked like they'd just woken up and I didn't want them to see me, so I ran. I didn't know where the bathroom was so I settled for running outside and throwing up in a bush.
Once I was done, Six stumbled out the front door. He shielded his eyes from the bright sun and groaned. I straightened up, nearly throwing up again from the taste in my mouth. I looked up and was nearly blinded by the light. Since when was the sun so bright?
"Walk with me?" he wondered. Well seeing that I've already slept with you I don't see why not . . .
"Okay," I said, walking with him across campus. We both stumbled our fair share and were basically silent.
When we reached our dorm, the sun went behind the clouds and I could finally take my hand away from my eyes. I looked up at Six as we both paused at the door, but quickly looked down. I felt Six's finger under my chin, forcing me to look up at him. "Hey," he said softly, "Everything's going to be all right."
But as I stared into his two different colored eyes; one jade green and one ice blue, I knew that nothing was ever going to be all right.
