I wake up in some kind of alleyway, curled up in a ball and in all kinds of pain. I feel sick to my stomach as I try to get to my feet, fumbling around for my phone. Thankfully, I still have it. I check the time, 2:37 P.M. I sigh, putting my phone back in my pocket. I guess missing class is the least of my problems right now. I have a good idea what happened, but I don't know for sure. I'm more concerned what to tell everyone. I hope that Thad didn't call Hunter and that he never finds out about this.
I walk out onto the street, brushing dirt off my clothes. I don't think I'm too far from home, but I still don't have a clue where I am. I don't what to do. Should I call Thad? Should I tell him the truth or make up some lame story? I sigh, trying to get myself together as I walk down the street, oblivious as to whether I'm going the right way or not.
I check my phone again. 7 missed calls, 3 from Hunter, 2 from Nick, 2 from Thad. I call Hunter reluctantly, he should at least know that I'm alright.
He picks up on the first ring, "Hey, Sebastian, where are you?"
I sigh, "I'm um, out, why?"
"I tried calling you like a million times. I talked to Thad and he said he didn't know where you were."
I'm grateful that his tone sounds more worried than angry at this point.
"Oh, um, sorry, I um, left Nick and Thad at the club and went home early."
"But Thad said you weren't home."
"Well, I did, but then I got lonely and called up an old friend. I spent the night at his place, I wasn't feeling well and didn't want to be alone."
"What friend? Why didn't you call me?" now he's starting to sound angry.
"Just um, my friend Trent. You don't know him, and I didn't call you because I thought you were upset with me and I wasn't in the mood to argue."
"Hmph, well next time call me instead, okay? I won't get mad at you." he replies, sounding seriously displeased.
"Okay."
"Where are you now?"
"I'm still at Trent's."
"Can I come pick you up?"
"Um, maybe," I reply, "Can I call you back?"
"Fine. But make it quick."
"Kay."
I quickly hang up and call Trent in a panic. To be honest, I haven't spoken to Trent in months, but that's just what came out. He's a nice person, I'm sure he'd help me out.
He picks up after a few rings, "Hello?"
"Hey, Trent. It's Sebastian. This is probably weird, but I need a favor."
"Um, sure," he replies, confused.
"Okay. It's kind of a long story, but can you come pick me up?"
"Uh, yeah. Where are you? What's going on?"
I glance up at the street signs, "I'm on the corner of Franklin and Highland, do you know where that is? I'll explain in the car."
"Sure, um, yeah, I have a GPS."
"Thank you so so much. I really owe you."
"No problem, I'll be there soon."
I hang up and call Hunter, running up to the corner, "Hey, Hunt. It's me. I was just gonna have lunch and stuff then you can come and get me. I'll text you the address in a minute."
"Sure." he replies, "I'll see you soon?"
"Yeah. Bye."
As I'm waiting for Trent, it all hits me. I want to cry. I feel like I might puke. My whole body hurts. I feel like an idiot for taking that drink for that guy. I should've just listened to my gut and left while I had the chance. Whatever happened to me last night was all my own fault. There aren't words for how angry I am with myself, but that doesn't help ease any of the pain. I feel like I don't have the right to feel bad for myself, but I'm just hurting so bad.
Before I know it, Trent's pulled over next to me in his cute little red mini cooper. I let out a sigh of relief, getting into the car. He looks at me with concern, "Hey. It's great to see you. You don't so look so good, though. Are you alright?"
I bite my lip, shaking my head. I feel tears welling up in my eyes but I do my best to choke it all down, "Thank you so much. You're literally a life saver."
He nods solemnly, pulling back onto the road, "Do you want me to take you to your house or mine?"
I face palm for a moment, "Well, I had to lie to my boyfriend about where I was last night, and so I told him I was with you, so I told him he could pick me up at your place?" I feel guilty asking, but I don't have much choice.
"Yeah, sure, I'll get you cleaned up," he replies, "Do you mind if I ask you where you really were?"
I sigh, "I guess not. I own you that much." I explain the whole story to him, working even harder to keep from crying.
He puts a comforting hand on my arm, "I'm so sorry, Sebastian. Are you alright?"
"Of course," I lie, "I'm bulletproof, remember?"
He frowns a little, "Nobody's actually bulletproof. You can tell me if you're hurting, it's okay..."
I sigh, "Yeah, you're right. It hurts like a bitch. And I mean everything. Inside and out. But it's my own fault, so I shouldn't complain."
He shakes his head, "No way. Whatever more than likely happened to you last night, it's not your fault at all. Don't blame yourself."
"How can I not, though? I just should have listened to my boyfriend..."
"You didn't know that would happen." he consoles me.
We get back to his house and he lets me shower, giving me clean clothes to wear. I keep myself from breaking down and make sure I have my wits about me before texting Hunter the address.
Trent sits with me on the front porch while I wait as we catch up quietly amoungst ourselves.
Hunter gets there pretty quickly and I wave goodbye to Trent and get in the car.
He looks over at me, and without as much as even saying hello, "Your eyes are bloodshot, what's going on?"
I sigh, feeling like a clam hiding inside it's shell, "Nothing. I just didn't sleep much last night."
He raises an eyebrow, "Is that all? You just don't look very well."
I shake my head, "Yeah, I'm fine."
He drives down the street, clearly not buying a word of it. He's quiet for a few minutes, but I can tell by the look on his face that this isn't over.
He pulls up in front of my house and pauses for a moment, "Are you gonna tell me the truth or what?"
"I did," I reply, frustrated, "I told you I was with Trent. What's the big deal?"
He glares over at me, "Don't try to fucking lie to me. I know there's something going. It's way too convenient that you're out a club and no one hears a thing from you til 3 o'clock the next day. I swear to god, if you were seeing anyone, sleeping with someone, I'll kill them first and ask questions later. I wouldn't want to be you, either. Got it?"
I can see it in his eyes that's he's not messing around. There's a knot in my stomach. I want to tell him that's crazy and he can't threaten me like that. But I'm too scared to say much of anything. I nod, a lump growing in my throat, "Got it."
He gives me a kiss goodbye and I scurry out of the car and into my house.
