Summer After High School

21

Paige

Last night, I had a horrible dream, I went to see Brian and found out he was cheating on me again. Then I started crying and got into a car with a stranger who dropped me off at Kyle's street. When I got to Kyle's house, I was so frustrated that I asked him to kiss me.

I stretch myself on my bed. Did my bed get smaller?

"Wake up sleepy head, " I hear faintly.

I roll on the bed. I'll wake up. I just need five minutes more, or ten or even more.

"Paige, I'd let you sleep longer but your parents might be worried. You have to wake up now. "

My parents? I don't know who is speaking but I know my parents wouldn't be worried about me sleeping. I mean it's not as if it's really late, it's just morning.

Wait a minute. I don't know who's speaking. A stranger is in my room. My eyes slowly open to adjust to the brightness of the room. The first thing I see is an open wardrobe with male clothes. I am confused , this doesn't make any sense. I observe the bed is different, this isn't my bed. I don't understand, am I still dreaming?

"Paige, please wake up. "

Is that, Is that Kyle?

I sit upright in the bed and cover my eyes with my palm. I remove them to take another look at my room.

And that's when I realize it wasn't a dream.

I'm dead. No, I'm not dead yet. I probably won't be dead till mum and dad sees me.

"Paige, " a shirtless Kyle calls my name, with a smile on his face.

He's shirtless again and this time he's at close range, his hands are on my shoulder.

Okay stop Paige, Keep calm, keep calm. He's just a shirtless guy with a nice chest. Do not embarrass yourself.

Just one thing, I already embarrassed myself last night when I begged him to kiss me.

Oh God, I just want to use the bed cover to hide my face for like forever. Oh God!

"Paige."

Composure Paige, Compose yourself. Do not speak about last night. Act like you don't remember, act like it didn't happen.

"I think my parents are gonna kill me, " I slowly say.

An expression that I can't read is written on his face.

"I'm sorry. I I I just wanted you to rest. I couldn't ask you to return home in that condition. "

He's apologizing? He thinks this is his fault?

"Stop Kyle, it's not your fault. "

I leave the bed and head for the window. Of course I'm still in my yesterday's outfit. But this scenario is different. I mean, this time he knows it isn't my fault that I didn't shower last night.

I open the curtains. Uh oh.

Remember when I said I thought my parents would kill me? Well, I don't think so anymore.

I know they will kill me.

My phone. Maybe if I call them now and try to explain things. Explain what actually? That I spent the night in a guy's house? I'm so dead.

When I check my phone the amount of missed calls I see makes me scared to attempt calling them.

"I should have woken you up earlier. I just didn't want to disturb you."