Chapter 21: That's Not Even Cool

A shocker, an awkward moment, and a good time.

**Olivia's POV**

I let the hot water run over me. Replaying over and over again in my head what happened between me and my new boyfriend while I rub my shampoo in, but I can't help thinking somehow his friends caught on to what we were doing and were fucking with us, which totally isn't cool at all. Maybe they listened through the venting systems. At Julie's house, her and I can carry on entire conversations through her vents and be in separate rooms! Or maybe they have some sort of spy equipment in my room. Whoa, calm down Olivia, I'm about 110% positively sure there's no spy equipment in my room, besides Jordon did say that the room belonged to their old roommate. I just need to calm down.

I rinse the conditioner out of my hair and shut the water off, I dry my hair partially and wrap the towel around myself, tuck the tail in and step out of the shower. It is next that I realize I have left my blow-dryer in my bag in my room, I can hear all of the guys' chatter floating from upstairs, so I automatically assume everybody is up there, when I crack the door just to check, the coast is clear, so I walk to my room and open the door, only to be rubbing the wall in a weird manner to find the light switch, when I remember it's on the other side I do an awkward side step and this time without having to rape the wall.

And yes, I used the words "rape the wall" only because that's what it feels like I'm doing, so sue me, I have a dirty mind. Next I get dressed, choosing my jeans from earlier since I only wore them for a couple hours, my purple t-shirt that says "MUSIC = LIFE" and I decide not to put my shoes back on (why would I?) so I slip on a pair of brightly colored neon rainbow striped socks. I walk out of my room and shut the light off. The next thing I need to do is fix this hair. I grab my blow-dryer and hair straightner and head to the bathroom to plug them both in. While I wait for my hair straightner to heat up I decide to text Julie after I brush my hair.

Me: Hey

Julie: Heeyyy girl! How's C21?!

Me: We actlly didn't go 2 Club 21, were stayn here.

Julie: Cuz I cldnt go?

Me: No,, nothng like tht.

Julie: Oh.. well hav fun... I was actlly bout 2 go 2 bed, so g'night LivLiv see ya l8r.

Me: Okay! Goodnight J!

Julie: Night

Well so much for texting her... I bet my hair straightner is good now, I stand up from where I was sitting on the edge of the bathtub and check to make sure it's ready, with that I dry my hair and brush it, then I go to work with my straightner. My hair is straight as a board but I like the way it looks when my ends are curved in so I do that. Next I unplug my things and take them back to my room. Then I return to the bathroom and make sure I soaked up all the water that was on the floor with my towel. Then I walk to my room one last time and hang my black towel that I brought from home on the hook on the back of my door. Then I head for the stairs.

When I get up there nobody's in the kitchen anymore, instead everybody is in the living room. Johnny and Matt are wrapped up in a game of Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare 3, and then Jorel and Funny Man are on the far couch by the garage door having what seems to be a very interesting topic based on how they're acting, and last but not least Jordon is sitting on the love seat. I catch his eye as I walk in and he smiles and gives me a "Hey,"

"Hey," I say with a smile and quick wave before I take my place next to him. I don't sit all too close to him, but he motions me closer and I scoot over and he puts his arm around my shoulder.

"Was the shower okay?" He asks.

"Yeah, great thanks! I feel a lot better,"

I suddenly notice that all conversation has stopped and all eyes are on Jordon and I, half of Johnny's and Matt's attention still on the game though. I also notice that they all have solo cups.

"What?" I look back at them, "Do I have something on my face?" I wipe at my cheeks.

"No, you're good," Johnny says without taking his eyes off the screen. Everything shifts back to where it was before I was in the room, Matt and Johnny giving their full attention back to the game and Funny Man and J-Dog going back to their conversation, all I hear from that is "damn fine" and that kinda makes me want to know what their talking about, it sure sounds interesting though.

"Well that was sufficiently awkward," I mutter to Jordon.

"Sorry about that, you'll get used to it,"

"What was up with that?"

He leans down, brushes my hair over my back, and puts his lips to my ear but he keeps his eyes on his band mates. What he tells me next is something I would have never expected to hear. He... pocket dialed them? So they heard everything? Everything we said and did? They heard it, they heard it-it all? All of it? Oh my god! That's ridiculous! That's so-so embarrassing! Oh my god! I put my head in my hands because I know I'm bright fucking red in the face right now. I feel his hand patting my back, and I am reminded of the first night I was with him yet again, when I had spilled my guts to him and Johnny about my parents.

"It could have been worse," he says to where only I can hear him, "I mean we could have been doing something else, that would have been just fun," he says sarcastically, "I mean the whole pocket dial situation," I blush slightly more at the fact that I get what he means when he says something else.

"Well then it probably wouldn't have happened because you would've had your pants off," I smile at him.

"Nice logical thinking," he laughs.

"Thanks," I laugh too.

So about a half an hour after talk like this between all of us I decide "What the hell, why don't I start drinking too?". I started out with a Jaeger Bomb, okay, easy, a familiar taste. We had them at our graduation after-party last year. Nothing new to me but then I had another, and another, followed by another, then I had a mixed drink I had never had before, and it was good. So after all I mentioned and way way more I'm pretty sure I blacked out drunk.

When I wake up, it's three a.m. and I'm in my bed, down stairs, when I know damn good and well I passed out on the couch. Another thing is that I'm in my sleep shorts when I know that I had my jeans on. Then suddenly, it's happening. I cover my mouth and throw the covers back, and I make the short amount of steps to the door, which happens to be too many for my liking and I throw the door open not hitting the wall, because the door was stopped by the friction of the carpet. I speed walk to the bathroom and flick the light on. I make a little dive to my knees and lift the toilet seat up, I let all the tastes come back to me, tastes that are so much worse from the tastes I remember from last night, I don't see how my mother does this constantly. I do a crawl to the sink and open the door under it, where I was told there would be wash rags, and there are. I scoot to the bath and switch it to cold, I run the rag under it, wring it, then take small breaths as I press it to my forehead. I figure there is no need to get back up so I lower myself back down on the linoleum, which I find the cool to feel amazing. The next thing I remember? Darkness. Oblivion. And a strange craving for Del Taco.