Chapter Nine
Oh God, was I run over by a truck or something? I don't even have the strength to open my eyes. I don't think I want to anyway, despite my horrid headache and the vomit churning in my stomach, my bed is just to comfortable. I may have a swarming fogginess floating around in my head but these sheets...this pillow...this blanket...all to unfamiliar yet all to comforting.
This is not my bed.
Whose... Oh my...
I jump up when the acid induced vomit churns in my stomach and shoots up my throat. I run out of the room and down the hall, barely making it to the bathroom. My head is deep in the toilet when I spill my guts out. For a while, I'm dry heaving right there on the tile floor and grasping tightly to the edge of the toilet. I wipe the back of my hand across my mouth, ugh the taste. I'm all to sore and nauseous to deal with brushing my teeth so I stand and walk out.
I look down the hall when it hits me...I was in Nick's bed. I slept there...with him? And now I realize I'm naked. Great, walking around nude in the house of the people who let me stay here. I walk back toward his bedroom and find his shirt on the floor. I put that on. Where is Nick anyway?
As I walk down the stairs and see my clothes strewn all about, everything comes back to me.
Nick and me, tearing at each other like animals. Him backing me up toward the stairs and me falling on my ass and laughing. His mouth is back on mine not a second later and he yanked off my shirt in one good tug. He sloppily fell on me and sucked on my neck. I barely even noticed when he stripped my pants down my legs. He got me back up on my feet and guided me to the bedroom. We bumped into the walls...I don't even know how many times. Once we were in the room my bra was somewhere in the air and my back was against the mattress. He was naked in a matter of seconds and on top of me.
His kisses...and skin... I begged.. I fucking begged him to take me. And he did without hesitation.
That vomiting I had mere moments ago comes back but I push it down with one guilty, anxious gulp. I snatch up each article of my clothing and carry them downstairs. One of the hampers Gale has is near the kitchen so I dump them in there. When the lid shuts and the sound resonates through the house, I realize it's quiet. Too quiet. Nick wasn't in bed so I wonder where he could be. The kitchen? He's always up before I am and I always find him there.
I take a few deep breaths through my nose and out my mouth. There's no tip-toeing around what happened. We will have to talk about last night in all of it's hot, passionate...sweaty...
No... no, I will not go there. It was a mistake, a bad drunken mistake that just needs to be swept under the carpet. Especially for Nicole's sake and oh... Haley. I rub my forehead as the bubbly little girl comes to mind. I won't be the cause of hurt for her. And I know Nick will feel the same.
I somehow manage to step into the kitchen even though my legs protest with each movement. My legs feel like jelly but everything in me is so uptight and tense. The air that reluctantly stored up inside, blew out in one big gush when no sign of Nick was present in the kitchen. There's no coffee in the pot, or dirty dishes in the sink or anything.
He could be in his study. I walk through the living room and down a small hall that only has two rooms. Gale's room and Nick's study. I turn the knob then jerk on it when I find that it's locked. I knock on the double doors but no one answers.
"Nick?"
Nothing.
I wonder if he's avoiding me, most likely is. Unless he went into work today even though the point of last night was because he didn't have to work today or he could have just gone in later. I know he has a hangover like mine. Speaking of horrid hangovers, I should just drag my sorry ass back to bed. But...I can't. That's all I do every time I feel like shit. Maybe if I actually do something I'll feel better and everything will pass by a lot quicker.
I haven't seen Selena since that night at the bar where she came on to me. I wonder if she has to work today. I should definitely call her. She's the only person that I've really hung out with here who isn't married to my ex boyfriend who I just had sex with. Yep, I need someone to talk to.
After I call her, I start getting ready. She seemed really happy that I had called... unusually happy. I sigh heavily, feeling another weight drop down on top of my shoulders. She probably thinks I'm interested her that way and why wouldn't she? I didn't push away from the sexual advances she was performing that night. I'll have to set her straight. I never thought I would have to handle a situation of telling another woman that I'm not romantically interested in her. I never found it difficult telling a man I wasn't into him, it was as easy as breathing but now the simple act of inhaling the oxygen that I need is difficult.
I spray just a bit of hairspray on my head so my hair stays up in its high pony tail. Smacking my lips together, smoothing out the shiny pink gloss on them, I'm ready to go. I hope I don't look like I'm trying to impress her and give her more false hope but on some unconscious level...I'm trying my hardest to look good and I think my white shorts with pink floral print and tight pink tank top does the job.
Sitting at the little outside diner we agreed to meet at, I'm suddenly aware of all the skin that I'm exposing. I should have put my hair down to hide my shoulders, neck, chest, back, and arms. That would have helped a lot. I tug on my shorts, remembering I was wearing a pair the last time Selena and I saw each other. I scoot my chair closer to the table so that most of my body is hidden then I cross my legs. It's a little windy out which makes me glad I used hairspray before I left. Looking down the street with only my eyes frantically moving, I almost miss her. She looks like a totally different person. She's wearing dark skinny jeans and a flowing gray top and that reveals a white strapless bra beneath. Her hair is straight down, framing her face, as well as her sunglasses.
"Hey." She beams when she sees me. Before she takes her sit she leans over and hugs me, innocently. "I'm glad you called." I knew it.
"I needed someone to talk to."
"Oh?"
I nod. The waiter comes to us before I have time to elaborate. We both order water, I need to stay sober.
"So what's got so nervous?" She eyes me as she plays with the straw in her drink.
I laugh nervously keeping my eyes cast down. "Honestly...you." I glance up at her and see her smile widen. Odd.
"Really? Because I'm nervous about you too. I didn't think you'd want to see me again after the bar because you didn't call yesterday but today when you called I was happy. It's been a long time since I've been in a relationship-"
"Relationship?" I squeak. "I think you've misunderstood."
My stomach drops when I see the panicked devastating look on her face. It makes me want to take it all back. But I know I must be honest, for Selena's sake. I need to do something for someone's sake today.
"I'm sorry, Selena, that I led you on at the bar. I was just surprised and didn't know what to do. I'm just not interested in girls that way but I like you... as a friend."
She gives me a half-smile. "It's my fault. I've never been good at the dating thing since I've become comfortable with my sexuality."
"You're good at making friends though. And that's why I called you."
"Okay." She breathes deeply then smiles. "What's on your mind?"
I relax back in my chair, ready to just let everything out. "I did something horrible last night."
"I have a feeling you're asking me to help you cover a murder."
I shake my head and smile genuinely at her. Yep, good friend. "No it's not that." This is harder than I thought. The words are rolling around in my head but I know if I speak them out it'll be out there in the open and it'll be true. "I did something really stupid last night." My voice cracks and I clear my throat. Selena leans over and rubs my arm encouragingly. "I was drunk and... I slept with Nick."
I keep my eyes locked on her to gauge her reaction but she doesn't have one. Her hand stopped rubbing my arm and it's just sitting there. She stares blankly at me as I stare nervously at her.
"Well?"
It takes another moment for her to respond. She leans back in her chair and smiles. Smiles? She's always surprising me.
"Me and you are more alike than I thought."
"What do you mean?"
She laughs. "I tried to break them up too."
"Wait, I'm not trying to break them up at all... that's absurd." I shake my head emphasizing how ridiculous the thought is. She obviously didn't think so. "So you had an affair with, Nick?"
She shakes her head. "No, not with Nick..."
My heart stops beating but the thuds are so loud they vibrate through my entire body. "Nicole?" I whisper out in a mix of 'I can't fucking believe this.' and secrecy.
This time she nods. "It wasn't an affair exactly. I came onto her and kissed her and she kissed back. She wanted it. It didn't go past that incident but before... I could tell she liked me. I admit I was the first one to start you know the flirting and stuff but she always flirted back."
Never would I ever think this. Nicole? It's like...mind blown right now. "Why'd she break it off?"
"Said she loved her husband and that for her...kissing me was wrong." Selena shrugs and looks down sadly. "There's no feeling like the one you get when the person you want doesn't want you back. The worst part is..." she shakes her head. "She wanted me. She was just to ashamed to admit it to herself."
Hearing that Nicole loves Nick just makes my situation so much harder. I wish I was six feet under. Great, now I'm wishing death upon myself. Of course I know that they love each other I mean they are married for God's sake, but it makes my mistake a thousand times more unbearable to deal with. I need to talk to Nick now. I only wish I knew where he was. He could be home at this very moment.
"I should probably go. Nick could be home right now and we really need to talk."
"Wait." She grabs my forearm and stops me as I begin to stand up. "We haven't eaten yet."
I look down at her and for the first time I notice the desperation and loneliness wavering in her eyes. I don't know her well, in fact I'm just starting to learn, but I can't imagine how hard everything is for her. Her job is really all she has from what I gather. Her sexuality really takes a toll on her and in every aspect of her life. So I stay. I sit there and have lunch with a friend.
It's a few minutes past eleven when I make it back home. Selena suggested that we just spend the day together and put off dealing with other things. I expected her to take me to a spa or salon or even shopping like Nicole would have but no, we went to her apartment and watched the classic Disney movies and pointed out every shitty lesson they teach young girls. We ate Chinese take out and laughed a lot. I felt like I was in high school again, and it was wonderful.
I took a cab back home and here I am; standing in front of the house just staring at it. I see the lights are on and his truck is here which makes this a million times harder. As I was in the cab I kept wondering what would be worst; Him being here or not. But I'm glad he's here, I couldn't handle it if he wasn't.
I carefully turn the knob as if being quiet is somehow helping me. I hear movement in the kitchen so I start walking down the hall. I hear the faucet turn on so I'm more than positive he's in there.
"I know we made a mistake Nick but that doesn't mean you can just dis-"
I stop when I step into the kitchen. Nick's not alone. Sitting at the table is someone I never thought I would see again, the person who I forgot was even coming back today. The teenage girl who was like my sister and who was released from rehab today.
Demi.
Sorry if you guys are disappointed that there was no real sex in this chapter. But I decided that miley having a flashback for the first time was better. But trust me. The sex...is coming soon. There will be a lot hahaha. Thank you so much for the reviews! Love you all!
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P.S. I published a one shot called "Lilac Wine" Last week...so if you guys could check that out and review that'd be great.
