Chapter Three: Keeping Secrets
As the sky slowly turned bright the girl woke. She sat up but the throbbing pain like someone was taking a hammer to the middle of her skull made her lay back down. She hardly knew were she was. She stopped. Where was she? She panicked sitting up she looked around. All she could remember from last was being at the Mall. She moved her hands around trying to feel for her clothes. The sun was becoming bright and it hurt her eyes. She hesitated as her hands moved across a warm body. Looking down she bit her lip. She cursed under her breath. Grabbing her clothes she quickly changed. She needed to get out and fast, but she was too late. He began to rustle.
She fiddled with her top with difficulty; usually her boyfriend got the zipper in the back. She stood up from the pile of insulation and watched as the guy woke up. He slowly sat up rubbing the sleep from his eyes. When he looked ahead he gave a jump. The girl smirked. He looked up at her, "did we?"
"I don't know I was drunk, but you were not."
He sighed. "I think we did."
"Well that's just great, do you know what this means?"
"You won't tell?"
"Of coarse not, I'd get screwed."
"And we wouldn't want that." He said in a sarcastic tone.
"No, we wouldn't, but the question here is will you tell?"
"What?!"
"In the end you'll feel guilty, and you'll tell."
"No I won't tell, I will feel guilty, but I wont tell." He paused. "Will you feel guilty?"
"Look who you're talking to." She mumbled
He stopped. He had never seen her this way. On the verge of tears she threw him his pants. He looked at her. "I'm sorry, about what happened. I—"
"Don't bother; I gotta go." She walked toward the door. Stopping she turned. "And remember: No one knows about this, so we just forget it."
As the sky slowly turned bright the girl woke. She sat up but the throbbing pain like someone was taking a hammer to the middle of her skull made her lay back down. She hardly knew were she was. She stopped. Where was she? She panicked sitting up she looked around. All she could remember from last was being at the Mall. She moved her hands around trying to feel for her clothes. The sun was becoming bright and it hurt her eyes. She hesitated as her hands moved across a warm body. Looking down she bit her lip. She cursed under her breath. Grabbing her clothes she quickly changed. She needed to get out and fast, but she was too late. He began to rustle.
She fiddled with her top with difficulty; usually her boyfriend got the zipper in the back. She stood up from the pile of insulation and watched as the guy woke up. He slowly sat up rubbing the sleep from his eyes. When he looked ahead he gave a jump. The girl smirked. He looked up at her, "did we?"
"I don't know I was drunk, but you were not."
He sighed. "I think we did."
"Well that's just great, do you know what this means?"
"You won't tell?"
"Of coarse not, I'd get screwed."
"And we wouldn't want that." He said in a sarcastic tone.
"No, we wouldn't, but the question here is will you tell?"
"What?!"
"In the end you'll feel guilty, and you'll tell."
"No I won't tell, I will feel guilty, but I wont tell." He paused. "Will you feel guilty?"
"Look who you're talking to." She mumbled
He stopped. He had never seen her this way. On the verge of tears she threw him his pants. He looked at her. "I'm sorry, about what happened. I—"
"Don't bother; I gotta go." She walked toward the door. Stopping she turned. "And remember: No one knows about this, so we just forget it."