That night went by so fast. The next thing I knew I woke up with the worst hangover I've ever had and I had no idea where I was. I sat up and looked around. I was in Adam's room but I couldn't remember how I got there. He was next to me in his boxers, still asleep. Oh man, my head hurt somethin bad. "Adam," I shook him lightly, "Adam, wake up."
He grunted. "What time is it?" "I don't know"
He sat up and kissed me on the cheek. "How ya' feelin'?
"Not so great. What happened last night?"
A smile spread across his face and he looked me up and down. "You know."
"Really?" I asked, "What happened?"
"You don't remember?"
"Uh, no."
"Wow, you really were juiced huh?" he said surprised.
"I guess so."
"Yeah, well, we went over to the dingo and we got drunk and uh…I don't really remember what happened after that, I only remember coming back here and, well, you know." he winked.
My eyes widened. "Did we?" He nodded. Oh god.
"What about your parents?"
"They went to visit my aunt in Oklahoma city for the weekend, they left last night"
"How could you take advantage of me like that!" I said loudly and suddenly.
"What?" he said, "You seemed fine with it at the time."
"I was drunk!"
"Yeah, so?" he said casually.
"So you knew I wasn't thinkin straight!"
"It's not like you haven't done it before,"
That's when he went too far. "You cant count that!"
"And why not?"
"because that was- it was- against- against my will"
Horrible memories of that night when I was fourteen flooded my head. Those drunk socs stepping out of their stingray, and that blade…I felt tears build up behind my eyes. 'Don't cry' I told myself, 'whatever you do, don't cry.'
"Look I'm sorry Kim, I was just-"
"Just thinking of yourself?"
He looked down "Yeah."
I didn't expect him to admit it, so I had to give him credit for that.
"I-I guess I overreacted a little."
"No, you had the right to. I'm-I shouldn't have"
"Yeah, you shouldn't have." I said harshly.
He sighed deeply. "Look," I told him, "I'll forgive you if you promise not to tell anyone."
He looked up at me, "Well, yeah, I wasn't gonna"
I leaned forward and kissed him lightly.
"Shit!" he said suddenly
"What?"
"I'm gonna be late for work!" he jumped up and quickly got dressed.
"What time is it?" I asked
"It's almost ten!" he said hurriedly.
Crap. Darry is gonna kill me. "Catch ya' later" he called as he walked out the door.
I ran home as fast as I could. By the time I got to the house I was so out pf breath I could hardly stand up. I hoped that maybe Darry would already be at work, but, of course, he was there waiting. I stood there, ready to get Darry's worst, but to my surprise he just stood up and glanced at me regretfully and as he walked out the font door he said, "How could you"
I think that was ten times worse then getting yelled at.