Out-Dated

5.

            Three more weeks of confidential Friday night hook- ups went on in perfect secret. Until one time when we both screwed up.

        I opened my eyes slowly squinting at the pain of my throbbing head. I was in his bed with my clothes on the floor. An empty bottle of vodka lay between us making a dip in the sheets. He was dead asleep, curled into the bed with his waist wrapped in blankets. I jumped out of bed and grabbed my phone. 6AM.

     I threw my shirt over my head. "Shit."

     I wobbled into the rest of my clothes. "Shit. Shit. Shit."

    "Spencer. Spencer!" I ran over and shook his arm until he opened his eyes.

   "Spencer it's 6am!" I shouted. He pulled the sheet off of him and rubbed his eyes with both his hands.

    "Fuck." I said under my breath.

    He looked around, still half asleep and unaware of the situation. He looked at his watch.

    "Oh my god." He covered his mouth.

    He repeated that several times and I threw my hands in the air and ran out of the room.

     As I scurried around the kitchen, collecting the rest of my stuff all he did was follow me around and repeat 'oh my god' and 'I'm so sorry'.

     "Are you okay to drive?" He said as I ran out to my car.

   "Wait Ella!" He shouted after me

   I didn't have time to answer so I just got in my car and left, frantically driving and thinking of what I was going to say.

      I pulled up in front of my house and fixed my face up a bit in the tiny square mirror. I got out of the car and started walking up to the front door. It was Saturday and I was praying my Dad was still asleep which was pretty unlikely. Just as I started to knock, a car pulled up in front of the house, next to mine. It was Spencer.

    "What the hell is he d-." I whispered to myself before my dad opened the door unamused.

   "El? Where were you?" He said tiredly.

   "Dad I'm really sorry I went to a friends house after tutoring and-"

   "Spencer?" He said. I clenched my jaw.

    "Morning sir, how're ya?" He stood next to me.

    "Morning..what are you..." He trailed trying to figure this all out.

   "Oh. Ella called me this morning. She had a few drinks last night at a party and asked me to follow her home. Guess my number was the first she saw after tutoring." He spoke naturally.

   Was he serious? Telling my dad that I was drunk last night. He was going to kill me. And I was going to kill Spencer.

    I turned to my dad. "I just didn't want you to be mad." I tried to play off my anger for guilt.

    My dad just nodded and shook his hand. "Thanks kid. Ella come inside."

   "Yeah I'm just gonna grab the book I left in your car from yesterday." I said hinting.

   My dad nodded and said  " Ok, see you Monday." To Spencer and went inside.

  We both turned to walk to his car.

"What the fuck?" I said shoving him away from me.

   "Ella I'm-"

   "You had no right to tell him that." I said angrily knowing what was coming next from my dad.

  "I'm sorry but I had to make sure you got home safe ." He looked hurt and I didn't understand why.

    "Right because suddenly you care so much about what happens to me." I slammed my car door.

"It's not like you care about me either, that's obvious." Both of us looked at each other for a second debating whether or not to defend the accusations, but we didn't.

"Whatever, just leave." I said turning to head for the house.

"Ella it's not that big of a deal right?" He shouted from by his car.

I turned and glared at him before I opened the door and slammed it shut behind me.