Chapter 10

Aftermath

EPOV

I woke up to what sounded like music thumping. I buried my head under the pillow, trying to drown out the noise.

This damn party still wasn't over?

I felt like death. My head was throbbing incessantly and my throat felt raw and dry. The thumping continued, unrelenting and gradually growing louder.

"You fucking promised me man!" I heard Jasper shouting from somewhere.

"Wake the fuck up Edward we need to clean this place up!" Jasper banged louder on my door. I opened my eyes and winced as the light caused the throbbing in my head to increase. I rolled over, off my bed and staggered to the door.

"Finally!" Jasper said when I opened the door, "I've been banging on your door for the past fifteen minutes. Get dressed and get your ass down here to help us clean this shit up."

I stared at him, confused.

"Dude, you look fucked. Did you get wasted last night?"

"I don't know." I mumbled, rubbing my temples.

Jazz chuckled. "Whatever man, just hurry up and come down, the whole of downstairs is trashed." He shook his head, "you won't believe the shit that kicked off last night. I'm going to be in shitloads of trouble when my dad gets back. Where did you disappear to last night anyway?"

I shrugged. "My room, I guess."

Jazz eyed me suspiciously.

"On your own?" he asked, eyebrows raised.

I suddenly remembered, the whole night flashing before my eyes like a dream.

"Fuck." I said.

Jazz grinned and peered over my shoulder, trying to see inside my room, "so who's the lucky lady then?"

"Not now Jazz." I groaned, "I'm going to shower and dress and I'll be down."

"Ok." He said, still smirking. He turned and ran down the stairs.

I went back into my room to assess the damage. Where was Tanya? Maybe she had left early this morning. Maybe I didn't sleep with her at all and it had just been a dream – I thought with a weak shred of hope. No such luck. Her red, lacy panties were on the floor beside my bed, her tiny skirt and top lay in a heap in front of my bathroom door and her heels were lying behind the door. I heard the sound of my shower and made a face. She was still here.

She came out of my bathroom a few minutes later, wearing one of my t shirts and sweatpants, her hair damp and in a ponytail.

She smiled at me brightly when she saw me sitting on the edge of my bed.

"Morning!" she said, "Sleep well?"

"Yeah." I replied. "You?"

"Yep. I'm going downstairs to help clean up." She said, "Want me to make you anything to eat while I'm there?"

"Err, no thanks, I'll be down soon too. Just going to shower."

"Ok." She said. She moved over to stand in front of me and ran her hand through my hair. "I had fun last night." She said, grinning. She leaned over slowly and gave me a light peck on the lips. Then she turned and went out the door and down the stairs.

I removed the shirt and jeans I was still wearing from last night, and jumped in the shower. I showered and washed my hair quickly. Then I also threw on a t shirt and sweatpants and went downstairs.

To say that the house was trashed was an understatement.

There were bottles, cans and paper cups lying around everywhere, the beige carpet was littered with crushed potato chips and stained with different shades of brown. The white walls also had stains. There were cigarette and joint stubs and cigarette burns on the kitchen counters and coffee table in the den, a few plants had toppled over, causing soil to fall on the carpet and mix with the alcohol stains, and people had stepped in the soil and tracked muddy footprints on the carpet. The cream couch also had footprints and the plasma TV's screen, attached to the wall, was splattered with marks.

The guilt was back, stronger than ever, as I looked around in shock. "Shit." I said.

Emmett was in the kitchen with Mike Newton, who looked worse than I felt. He had a swollen jaw and a purple shadow under one eye. They were putting all the cups, cans and bottles into a trash bag. Rose and Tanya were cleaning up the den and I found Jazz in the living room trying to scrub out a stain in the carpet.

"Jazz, what the fuck happened here last night?" I asked.

"Gatecrashers turned up, people brought more alcohol with them and some brought weed, Mike and some guy had a fight, place got trashed, cops came and ended the party, one of the cops was Bella's dad, he knows my dad and so is probably going to tell him. So all in all man, I'm thoroughly and royally screwed." Jazz said miserably.

"Shit." I said again, "Sorry man." I couldn't believe all that had happened while I had been upstairs...

I started helping him clean up the living room. It took us all morning and half of the afternoon to clean the house but it was almost back to the way it was. We could only fade some of the stains in the carpet and of course we couldn't get rid of the cigarette burns but we tried to cover them and just had to hope that Esme and Carlisle wouldn't notice. And if they did notice, well, that would just be another thing to add to the list of reasons we would never be left alone for the weekend again.

Tanya and Mike left after we had finished cleaning up; Mike was giving Tanya a ride home. She had changed into one of Rosalie's Jeans and tank tops and put her own clothes in a bag. She hugged me tightly against her before she left, whispering, "I'll call you." and kissing my cheek softly.

I sighed deeply when the front door closed, and turned to see Jazz, Rose and Emmett staring at me. Jazz and Emmett were grinning and Rose had her eyebrows raised questioningly.

"So....you and Tanya huh?" Emmett asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

I groaned and sat down, leaning my head back on the couch and closing my eyes.

"I was drunk." I said. "I can barely remember what happened."

"Are you dating her?" Jazz asked.

"No, it was just sex Jazz."

"It wasn't just sex to her." Rose said, glaring at me, "Tanya may act like she's super confident and doesn't give a damn but I know that she actually really likes you. And if it was just sex to you, you better tell her soon."

"Fuck." I closed my eyes again.

"So...How was it?" Emmett asked, smirking.

Rosalie punched his arm. Hard.

"I should report you for domestic abuse Rose." He muttered, rubbing his arm.

I just sat there, my head still pounding, thinking of the shit I had gotten myself into. I wasn't interested in Tanya – except for her body – and I didn't want to lead her on. But how could I tell her that it was just sex without looking like a complete asshole? Especially now that Rose had said that she was actually interested in me and not just my body.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and checked it, 1 New Message. I didn't recognise the number.

I opened the message.

Hey Hun,

Just letting you know that I got home safely. Last night was great. I know it was just sex but I really felt a connection with you, not just a physical one...something else. I don't want you to think that I only want you for your body. Lol. I suppose I took advantage of you seeing as you were drunk but I couldn't help it, you looked adorable! Lol. Anyway I was wondering if, maybe, you want to go out sometime? You know, so we can get to know each other properly. Let me know.

Tanya xxx

Shit. How did she get my cell number?

I was, as Jazz put it, thoroughly and royally screwed.

Author Note:

What has Edward gotten himself into! LOL. Enjoyed it? Review?

Thanks for reading!

Savannah-Vee