*Oh! Shit!*

The first thing Desiree noticed when she started to wake up wasn’t the lack of sound but the sore feeling between her legs. Everything felt muted, like the walls had soaked up the noise during the night. The doors down the hall were shut tight, and the thick curtains only let in a dim, blurred light that made it hard to tell what time it was. Still in a daze, she sniffled and turned, and that fully woke the discomfort. A dull, persistent ache was settled low in her back and crept down into her legs. She shifted slightly and felt it again deep in her thighs.

What the hell?

Her eyes slowly fluttered open, and all she could see at first were white sheets pulled halfway off the bed, a bland headboard she didn’t recognize, and a ceiling vent making a faint rattling noise overhead. Everything around her looked neutral and unfamiliar. For a moment, she just stared, not really seeing anything, trying to piece together where she was and how she’d gotten there. Her head throbbed and that made her thoughts feel slippery.

Without really thinking, her hand slid across the mattress next to her. It was instinct, more than anything, but all she found was cool, untouched sheets. The other side of the bed was empty and cold. Whoever had been there wasn’t there now, and hadn’t been for a while.

She stayed like that for a long moment, eyes open, body aching, hand still resting on that cold patch of mattress, trying to push through the fog in her head and remember what the hell had happened.

When nothing was working shesat up. A painful pull hit her lower abdomen and her breath hitched as she steadied herself. Her dress was folded over a chair near the window. Her phone was still in her bag, and on the nightstand, next to a half-empty water bottle, sat a black keychain she didn’t recognize, with a wolf’s head engraved in the center.

She picked it up and held it in her palm, staring at it for a long moment before placing it back down. Almost immediately, the memory of last night started to flood in and she didn't know how or where she got the strength to jump down the bed in a speed of lightning.

_Oh shit!!_

_Oh shit!!!_

_Fuck, fuck fuck_

She just fucking fucked a man!! She fucking fucked a stranger!!!

He could've have Chlamydia!!

STD?

Did he use protection?

Oh shit, she doesn't even remember!

Oh goodness, what was she thinking? _Fuck!!_

She walked to the mirror in a haste, caught her reflection, and winced at the mess of her hair, the smudged mascara, the faint redness around her mouth. She splashed water on her face, patted it dry with a hotel towel, and pulled on her clothes. Immediately, she grabbed her bag and the keychain and left without asking questions, walked out through a quiet side exit, and didn’t look back at the building or even when the receptionist looked at her weird. Her phone buzzed as soon as she turned it on. Three missed calls from Blake. Six unread messages, but not one from Rebecca.

_fuck!_

She tried not to let the panic skip through as she walked with her head down, hands stuffed into her pockets, hoping no one looked twice at her. The ache in her body and between her legs pulsed with every step.

She shoots a quick to the class president to let him she wouldn't be in class today. She was going to pretend nothing happened. But the idea of sitting through lectures while her skin still burned with what she did was unbearable.

She would be okay. It's not even a fucking big deal, she just fucked a man, it's not a big deal now is it? She didn't kill any fucking person.

She reached the dorm, ready to disappear into her room and stay there for the rest of the day, but Blake was waiting at the entrance, and the sight if him only infuriated her.

She saw him before he saw her. Leaning against the railing like the building was dedicated to him, with his ugly face tilted toward his phone, frowning as if whatever was on the screen was someone else’s fault. He looked up just as she reached the steps.

“There you are,” he said, straightening up, his voice rough. “Where the hell have you been?”

She continued walking as if he wasn't there.

“I’ve been calling you and you didn’t answer even once. I thought something happened, your fucking best friend wouldn't even say a thing.”

“Well, thanks for calling and coming all the way here to check on me. I appreciate that, now if you'll excuse me.”

“What is wrong with you? Excuse you? I thought you might’ve done something stupid.”

Desiree turned to face him. “Like what? Hook up with someone?”

His mouth twitched. “Don’t be like that.”

“You don’t get to police what I do anymore. You lost that right when you decided I wasn’t enough and you were tired of keep your dick in your pants, Blake.”

“It was a fucking mistake,” he said quickly. “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“How do you know what I was talking about? Did Rebecca tell you? Or you knew you little slut sent it to me but you waited until this morning to call.” She scoffed. “Fuck you Blake.”

“I didn’t mean for it to happen, alright? We’d been fighting. You were pulling away.”

“Fighting? We weren't fighting, mister! You wanted sex, and I wasn't ready for it, so you blew me off and acted like you never liked me in the first place. Which obviously is true now, I should've known.”

“I said I'm sorry. You think I haven’t felt like shit since?”

“Yeah, since this morning” She rollef her eyes. “Look, I feel like shit already and I'm sticky as fuck so please, get the fuck out of my way, I need to shower.”

He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “Do you're going to fucking throw away nine months over one mistake.”

She held his gaze. “Oh fuck off Blake.” She walked past him.

_Fucking asshole_