Thirty four

Katherine Thornes

A banging ache assaulted my brain and jolted me out of sleep.

My eyes sprang open the moment the pain hit me with a ravaging force. I let out a low painful groan, it was all I could muster despite the excruciating pain and that's because I was so tired and drained to go any louder.

I gently got up, trying not to increase the headache with any careless movements, and sat atop the bed.

The curtains were open, as well as the windows, giving way for the rays of sunlight to slightly sting my skin.

My headache was killing me. And my mouth tasted like shit, I couldn't even swallow my own saliva. I needed an aspirin and a good brush right now.

I carefully got out of bed, only then that it dawned on me, it was at that moment I realized this wasn't my bed, those weren't my curtains and windows, this wasn't my room, and hell, these weren't my clothes either.

I paused, freezing just at the edge of the bed.

Hold up. Hold up. Hold up. What the fuck happened?

Why am I in someone else's bed, and a T–shirt? I looked down at the clothing and my eyes instantly widened when I recognized it. It was Alexander's.

I would recognize this red T–shirt anywhere. Alexander has worn it to school before a few times and I'm very sure of it. I could swear it.

What am I doing in Alexander's shirt?

Except…

Oh my God.

I had gone drinking yesterday, and I remembered getting so drunk, Katie had to carry me out of the bar and I threw up like crazy. But then, some minutes later, someone walked over to where Katie and I were.

And that someone was Alexander.

His face had been buried in my memories, but now I see it clearly. Alexander had come to pick us up, I was in his car and now I'm in his T–shirt and on his bed.

What had happened? Oh no.

Nervousness and fright surged through me at the thought. Could it be that… Dear Lord, I quickly lifted the shirt and saw that I was without underwear and also without a bra.

My heart clenched tightly and then started beating rapidly. I was drunk. Alex took me home. I'm practically naked underneath this shirt. Is there a possibility that I was taken advantage of in my state?

"Alex!" I subconsciously yelled his name as at that same moment, the door opened and he stepped in with a tray in his hand and some food in it.

I couldn't care less about the damn food, all I was concerned about was how callous and cruel this mother fucker was for having the guts to taken my virginity in my drunk state and then have the audacity to come to me with fucking food and a stupid smile on his face.

Why is he smiling anyway?

"Hi, Katherine." Alex greeted, the smile still plastered on his face. He set the tray on the bedside table next to where I sat. My eyes followed each and every one of his movements, shooting daggers at his despicable self.

"Why am I in your T–shirt?" I asked sternly.

"And Good Evening to you too, Katherine." He rolled his eyes. I don't care about greeting him, I wanted answers immediately.

Wait, Good Evening? I had slept all the way till evening. Meaning I've missed classes at school. And this stupid headache and the repulsive taste in my mouth. I'm never having alcohol again. Never.

That aside, I have Alexander to deal with now.

"Get on with it. I don't have the leisure for greetings."

"Well, last night I got a call from Katie. Apparently, someone had gotten too drunk on her first night with alcohol and was spilling her guts in a nearby bush. I had to come pick you up and clean your mess. Literally, you puked all over my seat and your shirt. So I had to get you into something of mine." Alexander explained. However, it wasn't making sense. I was still laying in his bed, without underwear. He could've just taken me back to my apartment which was opposite his, my being here is very suspicious.

"Why am I without my bra and panties?" I questioned again. Let's see him defend that. He always has a sharp, lying mouth.

"You know, a simple 'thank you for helping me, Alex' should've been said by you by now. I cleaned your fucking vomit."

"And you had sex with me!" I retorted, getting straight to the point.

He was obviously taken aback by my claims. But I could see all through it, he was just feigning pretense. He knows what he did and he's trying to lie, typical Alex.

"What the fuck Katherine? What sort of accusation is that?" He finally spoke, and when he did it was more of an angered yell. Why was he raising his voice at me when he was at fault?

"It's a simple yes or no thing, Alex. No beating around the bush. Did you have sex with me or not?"

"No." He blurted immediately. "Christ, Katherine. What's wrong with you?"

"If you didn't, then where are my underwear?" I fired back. He can deny it all he wanted, but the main question here is what happened to them? Did they magically disappear?

Alexander's annoyed scrunch died down, and suddenly a mischievous smirk appeared on his lips. "Okay fine, you got me. I did it."

My heart skipped a beat and apprehension doused with fear wickedly licked my spine, "Wha— what do…you mean?" I couldn't even speak properly.

"Exactly what you're thinking. You were drunk as fuck yesterday and incredibly sexy, I tried to resist by leaving the house since you were unconscious. But when I got back, you were awake and throwing yourself at me. I didn't want to, but you were making it so hard for me to say no. So I gave in and fucked you."

An icy chill ravaged my being. My blood ran cold.

My mouth opened to speak, but nothing came out. I tried again, but no words. My orality was lost. And that was because I had so many things to say, so many things to ask, so many tears to cry and I didn't know which to start with first.

Alexander had sex with me? He took advantage of me in my drunk state. I always knew he was a bad playboy with a negative reputation, but I never knew he was this evil.

I trusted him. I thought I had seen someone, a different someone than the person his reputation at school makes him to be.

But it was all a lie. He wasn't different. He was the same, maybe even worse.

Just then, the door opened and an unfamiliar girl entered the room with a smile on he face. Anger then flooded my veins. He had the audacity to take my virginity and still invited another girl into my presence.

"Hey Alex, hey Katherine." The girl greeted me with a small wave. How did she know my name? "I'm so sorry, I couldn't help but overhear this discussion and how much of an asshole my cousin is being to you" She added. She was his cousin? Well, this should be interesting.

Alexander groaned, "What have I told you about eavesdropping, Amalia?"

"There's a huge difference between eavesdropping and overhearing." She defended. "Now Katherine my love, my cousin is being a complete jerk and I know his claims are rilling up anger in you and you're probably thinking of different ways to kill him with a knife."

"True. Go on." I urged.

"Right. I know he's being infuriating, but he's just lying. He doesn't mean anything he said." Amalia said and I was instantly confused, my brows arching.

"What?"

"He didn't sleep with you and I can testify to that because he only got home thirty minutes ago to prepare you dinner. He dropped you off last night drunk, unconscious, and smelly then left. I was the one who bathed you— and to do that, I had to do away with your underwear. And then I changed you into one of his Ts." Amalia explained. She seemed honest and genuine with her explanation, and the story kind of adds up.

I stared at Alexander. "Is she telling the truth?"

Alexander sighed, "Yes Katherine, she is. I am so disappointed in you. I drove you here and had her take care of you and all I get are accusations of taking advantage of you? Is that how low you think of me?" He questioned. The mischievous smirk was gone and he also looked kind of genuine— no, very genuine. And his words too seemed trustworthy, and the hurt in his tone was real, so real that I started to feel guilty for doubting him.

"Jeez, Alex. I'm so so—"

"Save it, Katherine. You don't trust me, I understand." Alexander sighed pathetically and my guilt increased at that. He turned around and made his way to leave the room. No, I have to make him forgive me.

"Please, Alexander. I'm sorry. I completely misunderstood the situation and accused you. But then you agreed to it and it made me confused so I— never mind. I'm just sorry for not trusting you, forgive me please." I pleaded, practically better for him to forgive me.

He paused, a few steps away from the door.

"What would you do to make it up to me?" He asked. I found it weird that he did but I blurted out an answer anyway.

"Anything!" I regretted saying it immediately, but words don't go back the same way they came. I definitely won't be doing 'anything'

"Well, I want you to go on a date with me. Right now."

"Huh?"